Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

Damn, this a
thing
Ring CJ, do what he in California
Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face

What up
Feelin' I'm gone come wit you
on down loco
Ai, please have some bitches,

Locc, I been hustlin' all
the night, I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can
All we need's chronic and a motherfuckin' fifth
Is you wit me

What's mine is and what's yours is mines
I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me fine
I scoop you up in L.A.X. 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these
It's night

Two players in a 5-0-0
Slidin' down the shore, at every fly ho
I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set
Drops my shit off at his and then we kept flippin'
Now see y'know your nigga don't

Homey' and see
Well, hand your some heat
So I can warm in these cold ass L.A. streets
Now ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby
Friday night

Straight sellin' with my G
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's night

Two on a hoodrat chase
You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga
First thang we do is hit the
I'm seein' hella in the corners, tryin' to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird and gotta ass that could
From California all the way up thru

Hold up Locc, what? I that flea
She been out 'n club hoppin '83, ain't this a bitch
And the bitch is still
See, get at broke, bitch and smile and keep strollin' Locc, right

See them busters in the corner, they don't like my
I don't like their hood, so it ain't all
So keep ya on 'em
'Cos if it [Incomprehensible] line, we slide on 'em, ride on 'em

I gots no problem kickin' dust up, wit punk ass little
Who wants to try to us, we grab these guns and bust 'em
I gots tena millimetre in tha parkin' lot
'em Locc, we gots some bitches at the Mariott

Straight sellin' with my G
Stayin' free as I L-O-C
It's Friday

You motherfuckers better
Before you fuck around and lose and get your cap
Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six
Knocks on the door of 604

Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you see
a pair just like a 'Mona' homegirl G
See, vee like the mix and vee the twist of 'em
Face, you can hit it first and we can switch
It ain't no fun if my can't twist a bitch
I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2Pac

I goes silver, like the fuckin' Moan Ranger
Playin' out my dick, inside a total fuckin' stranger
You fuckin' a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy
You ready for the go, you know it

I go two or three hours and I'm sendin' bitches off on their way
See ya, a fool CJ
Nigga, how you like the California freakin'?
Dogg, I'll be back motherfuckin' weekend
It's night

Straight sellin' with my OG
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's Friday
You motherfuckers lay back
'Cos you can't see Face
Or it's just the nigga

Yeah, Mr Scarface and CJ
Puttin' in much for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5
You motherfuckers better down
'Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound
You motherfuckers couldn't see us with on, y'knowhutI'msayin'?