Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

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

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

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

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

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