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

That's why you don't see me, I at the club
I'm chillin' my homies in the city of hugs
Because they 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 a pap smear, you need to know if you got an STD
Some little in ya trap dear

Get on, me and my homies is
And don't floss money, it looks better when invisible
We get props from Wall Street to street
If ya it, I stay consistant, we got heat
C-P-T style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C
In yo' town, trip nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
or respect bitch, I'd rather have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you want the 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 bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
be a lame 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 resuscitate me when I'm down
call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's they yellin'

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

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

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

I'd be a young exec, than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a neuce on his
They handle me, 'cause I'm where 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 the store wit
Even though I'm for money in the worst way
I go cry if I don't go platinum on the first day
me, get my hustle on with the friendly competition

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

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

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

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

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

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

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we layin' wit y'all
because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' us some change
We ain't impressed by 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, 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 ugly nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

I wanna party wit you, hell 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
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' Avon
And that want his 'fro back

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

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

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