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 the voice 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 me and my crew to come through and
I find CJ, Toones was out of town
And and Cube wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all that bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley
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 comin out tonight
You be on Triple D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept 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
up my heater, took the black nina
Jumped in my rizzide, headed for the
in the rigga with the naughty
Bumpin "Flashlight" fool, for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin house party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} ain't safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Kids try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's goin down, the music got the whole block
And all I see is and bitches with 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
on my side, plus I'm high as fuck
Straight trippin off 40's, hoodrats and
With niggaz names tatted on they ankles and
And all these Cutlasses to empty 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 I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga what that 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 knucklehammers and of niggaz Chuck's
Bitches screamin, "Kick that ass for me!"
He's on my dome, ain't no motherfuckin sympathy
I my heat and started dumpin, hit the back do'
scot 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} ain't no joke 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 know about where y'all from
but it ain't down where I'm from
Fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit is real, it out
Woke up the day, little cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more than Barry Vaughn
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 that bitch, I on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, up on the bitch
Stank-ass skank got niggaz crossin lines
I should've stayed and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin down mad at the
Lookin like the Elephant Man with a curl
Sittin at killa King forty-fo' stitches
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} This is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ay Toones, tell motherfuckers
Fuckin with a party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ain't nuttin but motherfuckin 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} Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Fuckin with a party!