Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
Ridin' Kansas fried chicken
poppin' kid? we in the mix
It's chilly below
Gate's closed catch Dr. J's
my hand, rub on my nose
Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, in the bass boots
Heard a screech pull up, these jukes flashed me 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 watchin' you,
The whole island shittin' on you
Wisdom bird's pregnant out in
Hold up snow in ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
Not trunk today, still lookin' fly, still slammed up
Your mom pop in your trunk, slow pace
fixed your face, copped out the six, five years probat'

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

Where's the the riza?
He's mics, wildest joints
Special to go up in your hand 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 truck in the face garage
Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the God, shit's
Reel flashin' me on bet, groove, rap city news
N double A C P

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