Luyện nghe bài hát Weekend

Yea,
I live like the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we in (yeah)
Hard got my bank account peakin (peakin)
straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the just love me (love me)
it sound so good
How a youngin so fresh a style so hood

Got visions of man, broke and doin bad
Fans stand in line just to pictures of your man
Flow hot, should be in the kitchen the pans
be on the floor stacked to the ceiling with the fan
I'm living I'm saying
known everywhere I go, west coast to the buildings in Japan
Trying to keep them dollar fillin up my pants
So I don't need , the boy got cake
See me in every city, different in every state
Niggas all got new intentions I'm winning in the race
I a broad turn groupie
She like, "gosh, at all this Gucci"
I have her in the crib late night, in the crib rollin stink up
Now she bout getting inked up
I see yall weak fucks
Now that yall swole me and linked up
Now we gon eat up

(chorus)
I live life like the (weekend)
Get it in night til the weekend (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise then we in (yeah)
Hard work got my bank peakin (peakin)
straight, you can trust me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes just me (love me)
Don't it sound so
How a youngin so fresh a style so hood

Wizzle listen, this is where them and us both
Before they had the voice now have the pitcher
And we will
We are the stars, the big dippers, get it?
High sky scraping, the

sky scrapin', the constellations
My flow forsaken and they take it
And I'm gon give it and they not make it
my flow coke an I'm gon it
But I never it
More like a weed tota, mota rolla Nextel
Your girl is a slurpa, but you know it
Wiz told me, he put his hommie on it
And I ran up on it, and we had a or two
You ain't seen me how lonely are you?
You sad and you're weepin' 'I'm right back,
Imma see you next

I live life the weekend (weekend)
Get it in every night til the (weekend)
Stay up til the sun rise we sleep in (yeah)
Hard got my bank account peakin (peakin)
Shit's straight, you can me
Niggas gon hate, but the hoes love me (love me)
Don't it so good
How a youngin so fresh a style so hood