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 bitch was known to twist mo' than hundred
Talkin a party she was givin and niggaz was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a eye bitch!
Ain't no peace motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many chosin
So makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be comin
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a and my coat
Picturin my all down this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, the black nina
in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches big asses
I make it through, I had to go back
and park the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and
With names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all these next to empty bottles of Hennesey
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 straight mark, walkin in the
punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's I heard 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 sympathy
I my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot free loc and who did I
Octavia, pussy wet, on the ground
Passed out on her stomach her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin gunned
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I don't know about where from
but it ain't goin where I'm from
with 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, knots than Barry Vaughn
the hoe up and cussed her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on bitch
Nutted up on bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz enemy lines
I should've stayed and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's down mad at the world
like the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these parties and punk ass bitches
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, Fuckin 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
with a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but bandana 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} with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} with a house party!