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 recognized the right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I to run up in her but I had to play broke
cause the bitch was known to twist mo' than spokes
Talkin bout a party she was and niggaz was dippin
She me and my crew to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And Mack and Cube wasn't out to be found
And all bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon caught a eye bitch!
no peace treaty motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too niggaz chosin
So makes you think I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and
She kept claimin that security was
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 this bitch
Loaded up my heater, the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
Rollin in the with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the whole block
And all I see is titties and with big asses
I make 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 near shut
Heater on my side, plus I'm high as
Straight off 40's, hoodrats and shit
With niggaz names tatted on they and wrists
And all these Cutlasses next to bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin punked by niggaz too young to get in Magic
So I rolled back on em, right on the
Told em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I the music stop
"Hey nigga 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', gettin up
All I saw was and bottom of niggaz Chuck's
screamin, "Kick that nigga ass for me!"
He's on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I grabbed my and started dumpin, hit the back do'
free loc and who did I see?
Octavia, pussy wet, drunk on the
Passed out on her stomach with her pants hangin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't no joke loc, fuckin with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Niggaz is gettin down
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, I know about where y'all from
but it ain't goin down where I'm
with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} is real, check it out
Woke up the day, little cut on my arm
One on my and head, more knots than 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 that
Nutted up on that bitch, hung up on the
skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and to my first mind
Cause now a layin down mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a jheri
Sittin at King with forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin these parties and these punk ass bitches
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!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin a house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't but motherfuckin bandana swingin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} know what 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!