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

Get back before I get raised, get
Do some extreme shit, keep bein' bored
Now it's double up, come a nickel a dozen
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 with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every nigga in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you tell, watch 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 it's
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 with no C style
In yo' town, don't trip nigga, it down

And when you see me in all blue, you frown
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm rigid 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 on my naps and I'ma hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang
Set for the kids, on how to maintain
Never be a lame

Y'all ain't feel the same pain
That put a like me on the mainframe
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me I'm shot down
Just call my Theo on the radio
And let him know his little Quiksta had to go
'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

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

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

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

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

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

Y'all got papers but I got the latest
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is I crack
And if you got that, keep wishin'
And to you niggas in the maze
Comin' at a player with ways
Keep lickin' on that other

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

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

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

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the 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, me for bein' speaky
Switchin' on y'all that jeek me

What makes you even try that
Yeah I might be fly, but I fly that way
Hmm, on a gallon a Sisco I could never go disco
Dude I from Frisco

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 ain't by what you got up under your Hanes
Bitch yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

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

I don't party wit you, hell naw
Now is how the sporty bounce
We away from you broke-ass niggas
Always and ain't got a dime 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 his 'fro back

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

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

I wanna 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 deal with the money, y'all can have the
I'm out,