Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
past Kansas fried chicken
What's kid? we in the mix
It's forty below
Gate's gotta catch Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, stop 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, semi brother hugs

You the wrong guy son
I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr.
Flew in two days ago to see his
But we been watchin' you,
The whole Staten shittin' on you
Wisdom pregnant out in paisley
Hold up 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 pace
Starks fixed your face, out the six, five years probat'

You dealin' with a lot of science, we're watchin' 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 your back, spread your legs
found a roach in your tray
It's not fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth
A million dollar operation is based upon it yo

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

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