Luyện nghe bài hát Friday

Who , what? ,
they go, there they go
There go
The motherfuckers,
You nigga it's fuckin' friday
We it like last friday
(niggas got shit to do)
(so we gon' get up)
Who

1]
Bert and hussein, back to back now flammable
Smokin' ya brain, attack the track like we some
Mechanical, live jaw, rap cannibals
force survive behind bars, like we unhurtable
Swervin' jerz emerge and serve you don't deserve to pull,
Another of oxygen,
Has is for oxin' 'em
Kool kas' chrome be 'em,
Killa kane be lockin'
from a toxic tongue
Get wid it,
Out of control we begun wid it
explode, licked you out the show
That nigga did it
I block, like murdock, fatigued and,
Bout to store blocks an' fort ya minor league shit
Breathe this, ballistic, shell like
the blizzards when I make bail you can't stop me,
In jail all I can see provoking hell,
Chokin' at a third rail
Obviously ya men have, barkin' up the wrong tree
Microphone strong deep bomb
Ya mind within a rhyme verse
bert rehearse the worse of me,
The clip's burnin' me
The cat who act
The redded,
it ya man said it
Ya never let it escape
We wet it,
Squeezing, holes in ya crew,
Maestro can through,
When I pass the mac to that nigga brand you
I pass the mac to rock that nigga brand you

Ten out of ten
No ya chance is a
We do jail wid no
half of our life
Livin' the of the poor
Losin' in the war
You can slice it down
trife around the board

2]
We in thing together
Tryna build the cheddar
It's strange I think paranoid clutchin' my waist
A fake couldn't to,
and honeys,
My are funny
And blow slugs for the money
Gunshots, mobbin' up quiet late
Walkin' down new, you think twice
This ain't right,
all wrong,
Narc's we on
It ain't season
Say strength in numbers
We the whole precint
Rev the up,
We '98 stick-ups
clips up
That flimsy ass we rip up
New jerz, check us
But test us
Oppose, we holes in ya lexus
Act whatever, whatever
When we we clap together
Leavin' you on the stretcher
O.n.s. and the embassy,
Outlawz and
If it that,
It shit to me
It shit to me

3]
Fake lies, ya eyes,
die in the dark
You hip hop cop,
Playin' spy in the
We schemes to cream
Cause we for green
Wid the cops and watchin'
Ain't no to dream
my team,
Full beam on ya
Killuminati to ya
Got wid the shotti
star you for amaru,
Yak see you tomorrow,
I you here,
These niggas be like where are you?
The henny'll you,
ever semi I borrow,
No confrontation or
I can't shake up or
The time
Tying 'em up ron baker
Here to shake and break 'em
the la lakers
I see 'em
Ain't no tellin' i'ma bout to leave through 'em
While he lay there I stay
the paramedics'll breathe through him
Squeeze him,
Put the e to him, hit 'em up
He gon' lay there shakin' for y'all to pick him up
Ya there,
as you squeal, I'll appeal
It's or be killed,
In this world of free
crew's a game,
Wearin' blues is
From how you move be named
For what you doin' who you
You might, think it's a
From critically acclaimed
A war for pitiful game
Fuck wid

4]
From cops got our tired
Everybody split up anybody get
Son just quiet,
c's watchin' me,
Two cds' of robbery
Terroristic bread and possession of property,
Keep to that's how I got to be, cats acknowledge me,
For the simple fact I live everyday of the periodically
Premeditated robberies, how could you
Mistake s for a mental or methology
I'm realer than the that shot at me
I think I'll probably, by and let 'em sample the varieties,
My hollow ain't to swallow,
Like five dollar bottles,
or be killed's my motto,
I do it I got to,
I'ma, straight up
I thug in society
On the side ah my niggas that'll die for me
Would you for me? , or get rode on?
Been in this so long
I kick slick shit in every
Y'all have to on,
Throughout my hard times my vision was
Hustlin' dimes fake niggas wanna wid me
I ain't puttin' it in my
You ain't it,
Wid out I catch perfect,
Had the heart in front of the
But in eyes you nervous,
Now chirpin',
The .38 start squirtin'
Leave two in ya shirt
And put you on the street hurtin',
Now that's for out ya person,
(muthafuckaz)

Fatal hussein, fatal
Aiyyo, (recognise)
Tell somebody get me
(o.n.s., outlaw)
If not I'll be in like 5

Motherfuckin'
(tick time)
For all y'all niggas that fuck wit me
Before my shit out,
It's about to too bitch,
(y'all don't know o.n.s new)
Hey ric the fuck the henny at
Three hundred and sixty motherfuckin' three days in the
Ahaha, yo that calender
I ain't for shit.....
Yo man,
(moddy bang)
It's on for niggas
(killa black)
black.....