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

Get back I get raised, get lower
Do extreme shit, keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes a nickel a dozen
They get hot and get fucked and don't from buzzin'

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

Get on, me and my homies is
And don't floss money, it better when it's invisible
We get props Wall Street to y'all street
If ya it, I stay consistant, we got heat
style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with 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 give me the hats, do you want the meat or the
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 gotta feel the same pain
That put a nigga like me on the
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
Just my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie had to go
'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's what they yellin'

But do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
Talkin' to you G's with no
We was throwin' and runnin' bullets
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so test ya bullet-proof 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 part two

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

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

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

That I'ma roll wit, control wit
a ball, break bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I don't go on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on 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
Comin' at a with [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on that sound

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, this is underground
by the water, can't do right by ya daughter
But look at all the shit that I bought 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 party wit you, hell naw
nigga you's a scuffla
Your braids is dingy, your clothes got no creases
And your lips look like you a muffler

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
'Cause you didn't know me
When you was fine as wine and
Now you sick from smokin' that
You're and plus you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the hydroponic 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 speaky
Switchin' on that wanna jeek me

What makes you even try that
Yeah I might be fly, but I fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I 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 playin' wit
This is entertainment, we tryna' us some change
We ain't impressed by you got up under your Hanes
that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

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

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the bounce
We stay from you broke-ass niggas
Always beggin' and ain't got a 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' smellin' like
And horse want his 'fro back

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

I don't wanna wit you hell naw
Now I'ma be wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't never wanted
But since the shit came I gotta deal wit it

I wanna party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my say
Check it, I give a fuck about fame
I'd rather deal with the money, y'all can the name
I'm out,