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

Get back before I get raised, get
Do some extreme shit, keep from bein'
Now it's double up, hoes come a a dozen
get hot and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the
I'm with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' 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
Some little in ya trap dear

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

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

Y'all gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga me on the mainframe
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me I'm shot down
call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little Quiksta had to go
'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

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

And I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
'Cause you scary
You 20 old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald but your are hairy

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
You to put some lotion on
'Cause ya is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya back
You're fat you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a on his neck
They can't handle me, I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And underground nigga on Erickston, now there is the

That I'ma roll wit, control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the wit
though I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with the competition

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 niggas in the maze
Comin' at a player with ways
Keep lickin' on other sound

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

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
'Cause nigga you's a
braids is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips like you sucked a muffler

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

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the with no seeds be
So trip when 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 you even try that way?
I might be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could go disco
Dude I from Frisco

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

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

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

I don't wanna party wit you naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass
And ya smellin' like Avon
And that horse his 'fro back

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

I don't party wit you hell naw
Now be real wit it
All my fuckin' life I never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I deal wit it

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