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 voice off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the 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 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 movie Damon a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what makes you think I'm out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, and Dynamite
She kept claimin 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 dick all down bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the nina
Jumped in my rizzide, for the Westside
Rollin in the with the naughty
"Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"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 this at
"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 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 near shut
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
Straight off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they and wrists
And all these next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in
Just niggaz ridin on me, what whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I mark, walkin in the house
Gettin by niggaz too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled back on em, right on the
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music
"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
Bitches screamin, "Kick nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, on the ground
out on her stomach with her pants hangin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no 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 about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down I'm from
Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is real, check it out
Woke up the day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots Barry Vaughn
Called the hoe up and cussed her ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga the party out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I banged on bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin lines
I should've home and listened to my first mind
Cause now a layin down mad at the world
Lookin the Elephant Man with a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with stitches
Fuckin with these parties and these punk ass
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} This is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ain't 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 with a party!