Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, Saturday night,
Ridin' Kansas fried chicken
poppin' kid? we in the mix
It's chilly below
Gate's closed catch Dr. J's
Blowin' my hand, rub on my
Tap the glass, frontin' duke, fresh pair of jeans
Look I got loot, eleven in the boots
Heard a screech pull up, jukes flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, semi stepped brother

You asked the guy son
I'm from Melina, we know Mr. Coles
Flew in two days ago to see his
But we been watchin' you,
The whole Staten shittin' on you
Wisdom bird's pregnant out in
Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie to change up
Not trunk today, still fly, still slammed up hung
Your mom pop in trunk, slow your pace
Starks fixed your face, out the six, five years probat'

You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker watchin' you
Make me wanna lick at you
You disgust me, me down, grab my gun
Go bust me, heard you hate juke that's what it must be
Hands behind back, spread your legs
Just found a in your tray
not mine fucker, what I said
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 your hand and went out on point
to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin' out
On how po' live, plus harassin' the kid
the truck in the double face garage
Dial one nine hundred raekwon, tell the God, shit's
Reel flashin' me on bet, planet groove, rap city
N A C P committees

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