Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
Ridin' past Kansas chicken
What's poppin' we in the mix
It's chilly below
Gate's closed catch Dr. J's
Blowin' my hand, rub on my
Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the bass
Heard a screech up, these jukes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, stepped brother hugs

You asked the guy son
I'm from Melina, we know Mr. Coles
in two days ago to see his fam'
But we been you, crazily
The whole Staten shittin' on you
bird's pregnant out in paisley
Hold up snow in your ear, baldie tried to change up
Not trunk today, lookin' fly, still slammed up hung
Your mom pop in your trunk, slow pace
fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat'

You with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin' you
Make me wanna shots at you
You disgust me, me down, grab my gun
Go 'head bust me, you hate juke that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread legs
Just a roach in your tray
It's not fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth
A multi million dollar is based upon it yo

Where's the hell's the
He's sellin' mics, joints
Special made to go up in your and which went out on point
Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib out
On how po' live, plus harassin' the kid
Park the in the double face garage
Dial one nine hundred raekwon, the God, shit's mega
Reel flashin' me on bet, groove, rap city news
N A C P committees

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