Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
past Kansas fried chicken
What's poppin' we in the mix
chilly forty below
Gate's closed gotta Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of
I got loot, eleven in the bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, these jukes me five pictures
One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother

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

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

the hell's the riza?
He's sellin' mics, joints
Special made to go up in your and which went out on point
to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out
On how po' live, hatin' plus the kid
Park the in the double face garage
Dial one hundred 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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