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 up, hoes come a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and remember from buzzin'

why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the of hugs
Because need me more 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 days you can't tell, 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 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 Q-U-I-K no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it goes

And when you see me in all blue, you frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you the meat or the scraps?
Put on my naps 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 nigga me on the mainframe
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me when I'm shot
Just call my homie on the radio
And let him know his homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what yellin'

But do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
to you G's with no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' bullets
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya vest
'Cause real niggas do thangs 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 wanna wit you, hell naw
'Cause you scary
You 20 years old, 3 kids, 7 tattoos
bald but your legs are hairy

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

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

That I'ma roll wit, take wit
Have a ball, break bread, and the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for in the worst way
I go cry if I don't 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 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 with [Incomprehensible] ways
lickin' on that other sound

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

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

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you know me
When you was fine as and thick
Now you sick 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 eyes are really
See the is free, pardon me for bein' speaky
Switchin' on y'all that wanna me

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

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

Let me the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna me
Just yo' woman wanna blow me
On the I give that hoe a tittie-toy
'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 stay away from you niggas
beggin' 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' like Avon
And horse want his 'fro back

I don't wanna party wit you naw
And nigga I can't 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 fuckin' life I never wanted fame
But since the shit done came I 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 with the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out,