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

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

That's why you see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the of hugs
they need me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe get every ballin' nigga in the saddle

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

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

And you see me in all blue, you gon' frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you want the meat or the
Put heat on my naps and hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same tryna' kill the gang bang
Set for the kids, on how to maintain
be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta the same pain
put a nigga like 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 homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', what they yellin'

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

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

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

I'd rather be a young exec, than the puppet on the end
by a neuce on his neck
They handle me, 'cause I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And nigga on Erickston, now there is the family

That I'ma roll wit, take wit
Have a ball, bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the 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 tradition
A dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, wishin'
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible]
Keep lickin' on that sound

And stay of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
Right by the water, can't do 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 party wit you, hell naw
'Cause you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, clothes ain't got no creases
And your look like you sucked a muffler

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

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic no seeds be
So trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are R-E-D
See the [Incomprehensible] is free, pardon me for bein'
Switchin' on y'all that jeek me

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

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

Let me spit the cap she sit in yo' lap
Homie, you know me
niggas wanna flow me
Just because yo' woman wanna me
On the strength I give that hoe a
'Cause I'm the only nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

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

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

I don't wanna 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 wanna 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 gotta wit it

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