Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, Saturday night,
Ridin' past fried chicken
poppin' kid? we in the mix
It's forty below
Gate's closed gotta Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, in the bass boots
Heard a pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, stepped brother hugs

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

You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker we're you
Make me wanna shots at you
You me, screwin' me down, grab my gun
Go 'head me, heard you hate juke that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread your
Just found a roach in your
It's not mine fucker, I said
You met the nigga
A multi dollar operation is based upon it yo

Where's the the riza?
He's sellin' mics, joints
Special to go up in your hand and which went out on point
to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out
On how po' live, hatin' harassin' the kid
Park the truck in the face garage
Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the God, mega
Reel flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap news
N A C P committees

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