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

Get before 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 buzzin'

why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm with 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 can't tell, the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you need to if you got an STD
Some critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And don't floss money, it looks when it's invisible
We get props from Street to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K 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 the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Money or bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
Never be a brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same
That put a nigga me on the mainframe
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to 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 start
Talkin' to you G's with no
We was throwin' and runnin' from
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya vest
'Cause real niggas do real up under stress
from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now part two

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

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

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

That roll wit, take control wit
a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I go platinum 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 I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible]
lickin' on that other sound

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

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

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you know me
you was fine as wine and thick
Now you sick from smokin' shit
You're broke and you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic with no be
So don't 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 speaky
Switchin' on y'all wanna jeek me

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

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't wit y'all
because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' 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, don't you me
Jealous-ass niggas flow me
Just because yo' woman wanna 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 wit you, hell naw
Now is how the sporty bounce
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 ol' long ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' Avon
And that horse want his 'fro

I don't party wit you hell naw
And nigga I stand ya
And I ain't got nothin' but 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 life I ain't never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I deal wit it

I wanna party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my say
Check it, I give a fuck about fame
I'd rather deal with the money, can have the name
I'm out,