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, when I got the phone
I recognized the right off the bat
Octavia, a.k.a. the
I used to run up in her but I had to play
cause the bitch was known to mo' than hundred spokes
Talkin bout a party she was and niggaz was dippin
She wanted me and my crew to come and
I find CJ, Toones was out of town
And Mack and wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with High
in the movie Damon caught a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace treaty motherfuckers is
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what makes you think I'm out tonight hoe?
You must be on D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin that was tight
And if I came, we'd both be tonight
So I off my kizznouch, grabbed a coat and my coat
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
in the rigga with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, headed for the
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit safe
"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 big asses
I couldn't make it through, I had to go
and park around the corner cause the was packed
So now I'm bailin to the party, eyes damn near
Heater on my side, I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, and shit
niggaz names tatted on they ankles and wrists
And all Cutlasses next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no in sight
Just niggaz ridin on me, what that like?
I like I straight mark, walkin in the house
Gettin 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 that stand for on your arm?"
"Ni-niggaz cash"
"You mean niggaz a collision"
"Get nigga!"
"Don't let nigga fall!
let him fall!"
Stretched out on the flo', gettin up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick nigga ass for me!"
He's teemin on my dome, ain't no sympathy
I grabbed my heat and 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 hangin
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit ain't no loc, fuckin 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 y'all
but it ain't goin down 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, more knots than 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 bitch, hung up on the bitch
Stank-ass got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed home and listened to my mind
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King with forty-fo'
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} shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a house
"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 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!