Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, I got the phone call
I recognized the right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to broke
cause the was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and was dippin
She wanted me and my to come through and
I find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out Cooley High
in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too niggaz chosin
So what makes you I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She claimin that security was tight
And if I came, both be comin tonight
So I off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all down this throat
up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, for the Westside
in the rigga with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
goin down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park around the corner the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes near shut
on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
With niggaz names tatted on ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of
An early indication of activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic
So I rolled back on em, on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I the music stop
"Hey nigga what that stand for on arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean niggaz a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let that fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't about where y'all from
but it goin down where I'm from
Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, it out
Woke up the day, little cut on my arm
One on my and head, more knots than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a turned the party out?
I scream on that bitch, I banged on that bitch
Nutted up on bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed and listened to my first mind
now a nigga's layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri
at killa King with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin these parties and these punk ass bitches
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what it is
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Fuckin with a house party!