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

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

That's why you don't see me, I at the club
I'm with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you to know if you got an STD
Some little critters in ya dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And don't floss money, it looks when it's invisible
We get props from Wall Street to y'all
If ya it, I stay 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, don't trip nigga, it goes

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 rather have the than DAT
So me the hats, do you want the meat 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 bang
Set examples for the kids, on how to
be a lame brain

Y'all gotta 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 me when I'm shot down
Just my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', that's they yellin'

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

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

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

That roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, bread, and share the store wit
though 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 on with the friendly competition

Y'all got papers but I got the latest
A dollars a truck, is what I crack
And if you ain't got that, keep
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player with ways
Keep lickin' on that sound

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

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

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

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's where the with 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 y'all that wanna me

makes you even 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
I ain't from Frisco

And to bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit y'all
Just we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we make 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, you know me
Jealous-ass wanna flow me
because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the strength I give that hoe a
'Cause I'm the only nigga gettin' away with bein' pretty boy

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

I don't party wit you hell naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' ass roll
And ya stockin' smellin' Avon
And that horse want his 'fro

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 and a towel to hand ya

I don't wanna wit you hell naw
Now I'ma be wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't wanted fame
But since the shit done came I gotta 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 rather deal with the money, y'all can the name
I'm out,