Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the
Faded off a eightball, I got the phone call
I the voice right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to broke
cause the bitch was to twist mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin a party she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And Mack and Cube wasn't out to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, out with Cooley High
Even in the Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, and Dynamite
She kept claimin security was tight
And if I came, we'd be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
Rollin in the rigga the naughty
"Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the whole blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park around the corner cause the street was
So now I'm bailin to the party, damn near shut
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
trippin off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to empty bottles of
An early indication of gangbangin
Got to the do', no security in
niggaz ridin 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 on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's I heard the music stop
"Hey what that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You niggaz havin a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', fucked up
All I saw was and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no sympathy
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, on the ground
Passed out on her stomach with her pants down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is gettin gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin where I'm from
Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, it out
Woke up the next day, cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots than Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on that
Nutted up on that bitch, up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz enemy lines
I should've stayed home and to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a curl
Sittin at King with forty-fo' stitches
with these parties and these punk ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? with 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
Fuckin a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Y'all know time it is
season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!