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

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

That's why you 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 ballin' nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you to know if you got an STD
Some critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And don't money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Wall to y'all street
If ya missed it, I 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 when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang kill the gang bang
Set for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame

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

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start
Talkin' to you G's no heart
We was throwin' and from bullets
Before rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't ya bullet-proof vest
'Cause real niggas do real thangs up 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
'Cause you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7
You're bald but your legs are

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

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

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

Y'all got but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is I crack
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 other sound

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

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

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you didn't me
When you was fine as and thick
Now you sick from smokin' that
You're broke and plus you're

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the with no seeds be
So don't when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are 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, even on a gallon a Sisco I could go disco
Dude I from Frisco

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit
Just because we say we wanna fuck, we wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us some
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
Jealous-ass niggas flow me
Just because yo' wanna blow me
On the strength I give hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away bein' pretty boy

I wanna party wit you, hell 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
hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' like
And that horse his 'fro back

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

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

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