Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

Get back I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, from bein' bored
Now it's up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't remember from

why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' my homies in the city of hugs
Because need me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you to know if you got an STD
little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes

And when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
Money or bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you want the or the scraps?
Put heat on my and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' the gang bang
Set for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a brain

Y'all gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Just call my homie Theo on the
And let him know his homie Quiksta had to go
'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and tellin'
Talkin' to you G's no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' from
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof
real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P-T, young G heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's two

And I don't wanna party wit you, naw
'Cause bitch you
You 20 years old, 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald but your legs are

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
You need to put lotion on
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet on ya back
You're fat plus abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec, the puppet on the other end
by a neuce on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm where the be
And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the

That I'ma roll wit, take wit
a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the way
I ain't go cry if I go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the friendly

Y'all got papers but I got the latest
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I
And if you ain't got that, keep
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on that other

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is
Right by the water, can't do by ya daughter
But look at all the that I done bought her
See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat crackin'
And beats smackin', that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga

I don't party wit you, hell naw
'Cause you's a scuffla
Your is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips look like you sucked a

I don't wanna party wit you, naw
bitch you didn't know me
When you was fine as and thick
Now you from smokin' that shit
You're and plus you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my are really R-E-D
See the is free, pardon me for bein' speaky
Switchin' on y'all that jeek me

What makes you even try way?
Yeah I be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
Dude I from Frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't wit y'all
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit
is entertainment, we tryna' make us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under Hanes
that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, you know me
Jealous-ass wanna flow me
Just yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga away with bein' pretty boy

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the sporty
We away from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin' and ain't got a on the 40 oz

I wanna party wit you hell naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' ass roll
And ya stockin' like Avon
And that horse want his back

I don't wanna party wit you naw
And nigga I stand ya
And I got nothin' but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a to hand ya

I wanna party wit you hell naw
Now I'ma be wit it
All my fuckin' I ain't never wanted fame
But since the done came I gotta deal wit it

I don't party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it my homie say
Check it, I don't give a fuck about
I'd rather with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out,