Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
Ridin' Kansas fried chicken
What's kid? we in the mix
It's chilly forty
Gate's gotta catch Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans
I got loot, eleven in the bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, jukes flashed me five pictures
One had my mug, semi stepped brother hugs

You the wrong 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 island shittin' on you
Wisdom bird's pregnant out in
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
fixed your face, copped 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, you hate juke that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, your legs
Just found a roach in tray
It's not mine fucker, what I
You met the nigga
A multi dollar operation is based upon it yo

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

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