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

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

That's why you don't see me, I at the club
I'm chillin' with my in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than hoe
The big fat hoe get every ballin' nigga 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 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 Wall to y'all street
If ya missed it, I stay consistant, we got
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 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 want the meat or the
Put heat on my naps and I'ma hell sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the same
That put a like 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 Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's they yellin'

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

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

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
You to put some lotion on
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya
You're fat plus you're

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

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

got papers but I got the latest tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is what I
And if you ain't got that, keep
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the
Comin' at a player [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on other sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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