Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
Ridin' past fried chicken
What's kid? we in the mix
chilly forty below
Gate's gotta catch Dr. J's
Blowin' my hand, rub on my
Tap the glass, stop frontin' duke, fresh pair of
Look I got loot, eleven in the bass
Heard a pull up, these jukes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, semi stepped hugs

You the wrong guy son
I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr.
Flew in two ago to see his fam'
But we been you, crazily
The Staten island shittin' on you
Wisdom bird's out in paisley
up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up
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, we're watchin' you
Make me lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwin' me down, my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate juke that's it must be
Hands behind your back, your legs
found a roach in your tray
It's not fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth
A multi million dollar operation is upon it yo

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

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