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 the voice 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 bout a party she was givin and was dippin
She wanted me and my to come through and
I couldn't find CJ, Toones was out of
And Mack and wasn't out nowhere to be found
And all bendin solo shit, played out with Cooley High
Even in the movie Damon a black eye bitch!
Ain't no peace motherfuckers is losin
In nineteen-ninety-eight, ain't too many niggaz
So what makes you I'm comin out tonight hoe?
You must be on D: Dick, Dope and Dynamite
She kept claimin security was tight
And if I came, we'd be comin tonight
So I jumped off my kizznouch, grabbed a and my coat
Picturin my dick all this bitch throat
Loaded up my heater, took the black
in my rizzide, headed for the Westside
Rollin in the rigga with the
"Flashlight" fool, headed for the party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Uh-huh, uh-huh, fuckin with party
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Shit safe
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Kids don't try this at home
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
It's down, the music got the whole block blastin
And all I see is titties and bitches with big
I couldn't it through, I had to go back
and around the corner cause the street was packed
So now I'm to the party, eyes damn near shut
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 these next to empty bottles of Hennesey
An early of gangbangin activity
Got to the do', no security in
Just ridin on me, what that whoopty-woop like?
I felt like I straight mark, in the house
Gettin punked by too young to get in Magic Mountain
So I rolled on em, right on the spot
em, "Fuck your set!" That's when I heard the music stop
"Hey nigga what stand 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', gettin up
All I saw was knucklehammers and bottom of niggaz
Bitches screamin, "Kick that 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 joke loc, fuckin with a party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Niggaz 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 where I'm
Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Shit is real, check it out
Woke up the next day, cut on my arm
One on my eyes and head, more knots than Barry
the hoe up and cussed her punk ass out
She had the nerve to ask why a nigga turned the out?
Nigga I scream on that bitch, I on that bitch
Nutted up on that bitch, up on the bitch
skank got niggaz crossin enemy lines
I should've stayed and listened to my first mind
Cause now a nigga's layin mad at the world
Lookin like the Elephant Man a jheri curl
Sittin at killa King forty-fo' stitches
Fuckin with these and these punk ass bitches
a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} Ha hah, youknowhatI'msayin? Fuckin a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} shit is real loc, youknowhatI'msayin?
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Ay Toones, tell these motherfuckers
Fuckin with a party
"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 what time it is
season loc, ha hah
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
{WC} with a house party!
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!"
Fuckin with a house party!