Luyện nghe bài hát Weekend Love

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

(Weekend Love)
You could be, you could be, you could be, you be
You could be, you could be, you be
(And I don't have 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 maybe we can try to it out)

2:
Uh,
Some say that I'm belligerent, say that I'm ignorant
I just experiment, intimate not my sentiment
Everyday at the tenement, yayo like I it
Scrambled just like eggs, like eggs Benedict
They don't ever remember shit, all they want is their
Only one that gettin' is Jenkins, that's the end of it
They designer recliner along with benefits
take a risk, but wanna spread the mick
Wipe 'em off my agenda quick, I need the gender 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
a little liquor, maybe twist a L
Play catch and kiss, if you kiss and tell
Take the bus, or come through with chauffers
We could do Air Ones hun or loafers
i'm truly focused, take down your Snoopy posters
Put up Killa Season, now who the
through this weekend, huh, huh

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