Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin' Wit Uh House Party

"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X)
It all started on a night, I was at the Tilt
Faded off a eightball, when I got the call
I recognized the right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I to run up in her but I had to play broke
the bitch was known 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, was out of town
And Mack and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley
in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too niggaz chosin
So what you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, and Dynamite
She claimin that security was tight
And if I came, we'd both be tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black
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 house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids don't try at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is and bitches with big asses
I couldn't it through, I had to go back
and around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to bottles of Hennesey
An indication of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in
niggaz ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt I straight mark, walkin in the house
punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I back on em, right on the spot
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I the music stop
"Hey nigga what that 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 of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my heat and started dumpin, hit the do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, wet, drunk on the ground
Passed out on her with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gunned down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I know about where y'all from
but it ain't down where I'm from
with 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 knots than Barry
Called the hoe up and her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a turned the party out?
Nigga I scream on bitch, I banged on that bitch
up on that bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my mind
now a nigga's layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo'
Fuckin with these parties and these ass bitches
Fuck a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This shit is loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell these
Fuckin with a party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Y'all know what time it is
Bandana loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin a house party!