Luyện nghe bài hát Weekend Love

1:
Uh,
Harlem World, '89, black Jordans they mine
Hund'-eighth, Toy Dork is the one ever pay me mine
my lady fine (fine) you ever date a dime (dime)
Before your rhymes, had gator lime
Major crime me grind, copped fancy heat
You know, hater time, cat food, fancy
Dated Nancy niece, she like candy
Goddamn she sweet, we did the Lancy
We hopped the D-train, you understand us freezed
No hassle heifer, did we battle,
We Easter shoppin', coppin' them tassled leathers
From Gimbals we gained, make it and plain
I wanna nibble on ya ear, the flame
I'm God's child, but yeah I got devilish
Once you with Cam, ma'am, its never the same
So you through with the peekin', you and seekin'
You know the season,
What you doin' weekend, huh, Killa

(Weekend Love)
You be, you could be, you could be, you could be
You could be, you could be, you be
(And I don't have on the weekend)
You could be my, you be my
(Weekend Love)
You be, you could 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 don't just experiment, not my sentiment
Everyday at the tenement, like I invented it
Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs Benedict
They don't ever remember shit, all they want is their
Only one they gettin' is Jenkins, that's the end of it
They want recliner along with benefits
Won't take a risk, but spread the mick
Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the other thick
You my Monday to Fridays, I need a Friday to Sunday
We'll eat Friday's on Fridays, and go to Sunday's on
Drink a little liquor, twist a L
Play catch and kiss, if you kiss and tell
the city bus, or come through with chauffers
We do Air Ones hun or Louis loafers
Yeah i'm truly focused, take down your posters
Put up Season, now who the reason
Come this weekend, huh, huh

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