Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, Saturday night,
Ridin' past fried chicken
What's poppin' we in the mix
It's forty below
Gate's gotta catch Dr. J's
Blowin' my hand, rub on my
Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh of jeans
I got loot, eleven in the bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me five
One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother

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

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

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

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