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

Get back before I get raised, get
Do some extreme shit, from bein' bored
Now it's double up, hoes 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 chillin' with my in the city of hugs
they need me more than that hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' in the saddle

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you can't tell, watch the crotch, it swell
You needs a pap smear, you to know if you got an STD
Some little critters in ya trap

Get on, me and my homies is
And don't floss money, it looks better when it's
We get props from Wall to y'all 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, don't trip nigga, it goes

And when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd rather 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
it's the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
be a lame brain

Y'all ain't feel the same pain
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 shot
Just call my homie Theo on the
And let him know his little Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's they yellin'

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

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

I wanna party wit you, hell naw
You need to put lotion on
'Cause ya skin is around them bullet wounds 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 neuce on his
They can't handle me, I'm where the [Incomprehensible] be
And underground on Erickston, now there is the family

I'ma roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, bread, and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money in the way
I ain't go cry if I don't go 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 dollars a truck, is I crack
And if you ain't got that, wishin'
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player with ways
lickin' on that other sound

And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause 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 crackin'
And these smackin', that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga

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

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

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

What you even try that way?
Yeah I be fly, but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I could go disco
Dude I ain't Frisco

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

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

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the bounce
We stay from you broke-ass niggas
Always and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

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

I don't wanna wit you hell naw
And I can't 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 party wit you hell naw
Now be real wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't wanted fame
But since the shit came I gotta deal wit it

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