Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Its a night and the bass was bumpin
The honeyz was rockin the party was
It wasnt for everybody knew (just blaze)
on the B-box (Young Gunz)
Travel wit the rock
Before I hit the club hit the spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and

Its like king midas as I was
C was on the block 13 years old
I don't to brag
I had the bag the suppliers was my peeps
I was bringin half took charge of the
A pean the ave still bringin on the scene
At still gloves and mask as I proceed mad
Mats, mad gats, mad hollow
Ya man actin roll wit the kid playa been hella pimpin
You already know what it is, they gotta notice the whip
I done show them the wrist, already know that Chris
And know tha to stick to the script
It last long hit 'em and I last long
Can't em south long send 'em in a cab home
You takin mad long getcha bags
I ain't got a dime for you time for me on

Its a friday night and the was bumpin
The was rockin the party was jumpin
It wasnt long for knew (just blaze)
What's on the (Young Gunz)
Travel wit the heat
Before I hit the club hit the weed it goes 1, 2 ,3,and

Back in effect vest, mach in the
Show you how to clap wit perfect they actin a mess
We from north PHILLY free, peedie
And the rest mac south side O and
Back on the west we the leaders of the new
Heated my jewls cool get my jewls cool
Every weekend its a new crew bout to set the record
Soon as the break ship T2 more to the store wath it levatate

Yeah we late early in the game
We brought pain yup spen up in every state yeah
You bond to tiered of the boad and tape
Bound to scape put 'em all around ya face
Time to cool walk in ya place get dime
You got up out of ya safe you gettin more surronded wit bait
Before the law surroundin ya place
My get every pound of ya cake

Its a friday night and the was bumpin
The was rockin the party was jumpin
It wasnt long for everybody (just blaze)
on the B-box (Young Gunz)
Travel wit the rock
Before I hit the hit the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and

We the present and the
You might as well get to us
We around a minute givin 'em what they wanted
The they never fronted
But still sick to they stomache once they hear about the
they know they girl
Comin you try to tell her "Please baby wear that"
But she's on her own think she aint tryna that
You knowin whats gonna after the party
C and Neef up in the sweat we fishin out the
Back back she trippin all off that army me
Cuff my lib not probably the gang
Hereso chickens get bodied
We show you how we up better than the party
Did it in the party me out hardly baby baretta
Tucked the we army hit them niggas up
Then we breeze off calmly bucky
Behind me the ROC me
Yup

Its a friday and the bass was bumpin
The honeyz was rockin the party was
It wasnt long for knew (just blaze)
What's on the (Young Gunz)
wit the heat rock
Before I hit the club hit the weed spot it 1, 2 ,3,and

and lil' Neefie
Chris and Neefie
Chris and Neefie
Chris and lil'
and lil' Neefie
Chris and Neefie