Luyện nghe bài hát Tonite

we go
Yo, a day in the life of a player Quik
I'm a stubborn kind of fellow with a head like a brick
And just because I drink the 8, say that I'm hopeless
But I don't give a fuck, so blame it on the
Now this is how we do it we checkin' a grip
Teddy Bear's in the house, so don't even
We're bustin' funky as smooth as a prism

So it while I kick it to this funky ass rhythm
It's Friday morning, the phone is ringin' off the
And AMG is puttin' girl rhymes in his notebook
Or should I say dope sack, because we don't bust
I up the phone and it's the D
(Whassup nigga?)

He said he's comin' down at two on the dot
So I'm about to rush the tub my water's still hot
And now I'm soakin', a brother like the devestatin' DJ Quik jokin'
Fuck with me on DSP and get broken
My is Quik, but you can call me Daddy
Yo, open up the door, they I'm Freak Man in a Caddy
Now Freaky's in an El shabbies in at Alco

And everybody's on a quart
(Here we go)
D just came a forty and a quart
In addition to the three that just brought
But I don't start early, so I just might
Put my forty in the freezer 'cuz I wanna get bent

Tonite's the nite,
(Yeah)
is the nite, tonite
Tonite's the nite,
(Yo, we gon' get bent)
is the nite
(Aww, yeah)

And now I'm out of the tub up in a fancy
Spray on some serious and put on my Girbaud
Sweat suit, the gray one with the burgundy
And it's a medium, fit me proper 'cuz I'm nice and
Five thirty on the and the sun is steadily sinkin'
And I am steadily thinkin' about the 8 I'll be drinkin'
You know I ain't ashamed and you I ain't bashful
So go on and pop the so I can pour me a glassful

Ham is in the bedroom rollin' up a
Fatter a pinky and the length of a pencil
lit it up and hit it one two three
Shabby took a hit and then they it to me, it's the bomb
Yo, I can feel my senses get
Yo, the forty ounce, I need some rum
I'm chillin' like a villain, here I and that's how I'm livin'
Tonite is the and I'm lookin' real sporty

Proper Friday and I'm ready to party
Crusher in with a handful of snaps
Fuck it, let's shoot craps
(Yo, what in fo')
A fin or a
(Yo, shoot ten nigga)
Don't me laugh
Hi-C want a dove and he think shit is funny
But I'm seven and eleven and I'm niggaz money tonite

Tonite's the nite,
(Yeah, me fuck the hoe)
is the nite, tonite
(Passin' on motherfuckers)

Tonite's the nite,
(Yo, I'm unfadable)
Tonite is the
(Ahh, let's it down, so I can get funky)

Ahh
Givin' 'em they can roll on, hold on

up Saturday morning and I got a headache
I can't that I'm sick from all the shit that I drank last nite
as I felt it comin' on
I quit, it's true that a drunk ain't shit
To the man up above, the whole I give
I'll never drink again if you just let me
Mike P spoke to me and I I couldn't call it
Call it like a mother while I'm grippin' the toilet

I need a 7-Up, because my is spinnin'
and 'round I think I better sit down
My homey Shot is alright, but I'm feeling
I guess he's used to it, but a nigga like ain't
K is on the phone, and at the door
Some fine ass bitches comin' over at
(I thought you drinkin' no more)
right
Because as soon as they come, we doin' the same ol' tonite

Tonite's the nite,
(Yeah)
is the nite, tonite
(Straight gettin' up, hey)

Tonite's the nite,
(Fuck that, me that pina colada)
(Man, I don't fade that 8 Ball no mo)

is the nite, tonite
(That be fuckin' a nigga up)
Tonite's the
(Ahh, yeah, nothin' but a party and I'm it)
(What's up and Greg)

Tonite is the nite,
(How you livin'?)
the nite
(Hey, somebody get that a Genuine Draft)
(Yeah)

Tonite is the
(And on that motherfuckin' note, I'm here)
(See-ya)

We out, fuck peace nigga, give me brew
(What peace?)