Luyện nghe bài hát Weekend Love

1:
Uh,
Harlem World, '89, black Jordans were mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the only one pay me mine
my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime)
Before your rhymes, had gator lime
crime made me grind, copped fancy heat
You know, hater time, cat food, feast
Dated Nancy niece, she like treats
Goddamn she sweet, we did the Street
We the D-train, you don't understand us freezed
No heifer, did we battle, never
We went Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled
From Gimbals we gained, it simple and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, the flame
I'm child, but yeah I got devilish game
Once you meddle with Cam, ma'am, its never the
So you with the peekin', you pursuin' and seekin'
You know the season,
you doin' this weekend, huh, Killa

(Weekend Love)
You be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you be, you could be
(And I don't time on the weekend)
You be my, you could be my
(Weekend Love)
You could be, you be, you could be, you could be
You be, you could be, you could be
(Then we can try to work it out)

2:
Uh,
Some say I'm belligerent, others say that I'm ignorant
I just experiment, intimate not my sentiment
Everyday at the tenement, like I invented it
Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs Benedict
They ever remember shit, all they want is their membership
Only one that they is Jenkins, that's the end of it
They want designer recliner along benefits
Won't a risk, but wanna spread the mick
Wipe 'em off my quick, I need the other gender thick
You seen my to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday
We'll eat on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on Sundays
a little liquor, maybe twist a L
Play catch and kiss, if you don't kiss and
Take the city bus, or come through with
We could do Air hun or Louis loafers
Yeah i'm focused, take down your Snoopy posters
Put up Season, now who the reason
Come through weekend, huh, huh

3:
Uh, Killa, Killa,
I drive big cars, puff haze
Not just the weekend, that's days
Rev up the engine, not a lemon, it's
the color, wanna play 7-11
You know, catch and hump, your butt got a rump
Forget ya man, clip, extra pump
Don't to be extra, but ma, extra stunts
Extra money, extra piff, blunts
Extra, extra, really some neck I
Not the dude for help, but you're felt
Ass fat, stomach flat, I could see ya belt
on too, for any gunplay
I'm a troublemaker, yeah, some say
You model material, you a runway
So runaway, we could hit the runway
not a one way, come play
Rio Friday, on Saturday
Back on Sunday, make work