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

Get back I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bored
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 see me, I ain't at the club
I'm with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me 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 you can't tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you need to if you got an STD
little critters in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And floss money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Wall Street to y'all
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, trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm the ghetto, I'm rigid with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd have the digits than DAT
So me the hats, do you want the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same tryna' kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
Never be a brain

Y'all ain't feel 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 when I'm down
Just my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', what they yellin'

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and tellin'
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 thangs up under
from the C-P-T, young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's two

And I wanna party wit you, hell naw
bitch you scary
You 20 years old, with 3 kids, 7
You're bald but your legs are

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

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

That I'ma roll wit, take wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the 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

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

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

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
'Cause you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, clothes ain't 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 fine as wine and
Now you sick from that shit
You're and plus you're boney

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

What makes you 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 from Frisco

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

Let me spit the cap she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you me
Jealous-ass niggas flow me
Just yo' woman wanna blow me
On the I give that hoe a tittie-toy
I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

I don't wanna party wit you, naw
Now is how the sporty 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
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' ass roll
And ya smellin' like Avon
And that horse want his 'fro

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

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

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