Luyện nghe bài hát Friday Night

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

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

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

What's mine is yours and yours is mines
When I'm in Houston, you be treatin' me
I you up in L.A.X. around 6
I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in tricks
Friday night

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

enough and see
Well, hand nigga some heat
So I can feel warm in cold ass L.A. streets
Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks,
It's night

Straight sellin' my Texas G
sucka free as I L-O-C
It's Friday

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

Hold up Locc, what? I know that
She been out 'n hoppin since '83, ain't this a bitch
And the bitch is hoin'
See, get at broke, bitch and fake and keep strollin' Locc, right

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

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

Straight sellin' with my G
Stayin' sucka free as I
Friday night

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

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

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

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

Straight with my Texas OG
Stayin' sucka free as I
It's night
You motherfuckers lay back
'Cos you see that Face
Or just the nigga C-Mack

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