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, when I got the call
I the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to play
cause the was known to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was givin and was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, was out of town
And Mack and Cube out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out Cooley High
Even in the Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So what makes you think I'm out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She kept claimin security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my
Picturin my all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
Rollin in the rigga the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and with big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park around the corner cause the was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes near shut
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and
And all these Cutlasses next to bottles of Hennesey
An indication of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what whoopty-woop like?
I felt I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the stop
"Hey nigga what stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean havin a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', fucked up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of Chuck's
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
Passed out on her stomach her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where y'all
but it ain't down where I'm from
Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is real, check it out
up the next day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more than Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the party
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that
Nutted up on bitch, hung up on the bitch
skank 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 with these parties and these punk ass
Fuck a 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!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} nuttin but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know what it is
season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!