Luyện nghe bài hát Saturday Nite

Yo, night, uptown
Ridin' past Kansas chicken
What's kid? we in the mix
It's chilly forty
Gate's closed gotta 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 flashed me five pictures
One had my man's mug, semi brother hugs

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

You dealin' with a lot of science, motherfucker watchin' you
Make me lick shots at you
You disgust me, screwin' me down, my gun
Go 'head bust me, heard you hate that's what it must be
Hands behind your back, spread legs
found a roach in your tray
It's not fucker, what I said
You met the thirteenth
A multi million dollar is based upon it yo

Where's the hell's the
He's sellin' mics, 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, plus harassin' the kid
the truck in the double face garage
Dial one nine 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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