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

Get before I get raised, get lower
Do some extreme shit, keep from bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a nickel a
They get hot and get 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 need me more than 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 money, it looks better when it's 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, don't trip nigga, it goes

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 the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my and I'ma 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 lame

Y'all ain't gotta feel the 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
call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', what they yellin'

But do dirt, get caught, and start tellin'
Talkin' to you G's no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' bullets
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof
'Cause real niggas do real up under stress
from the C-P-T, young G with 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 old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're bald but your are hairy

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

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

That I'ma roll wit, control wit
Have a ball, break bread, and share the wit
Even though I'm thirsty for 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 tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is I crack
And if you ain't got that, wishin'
And to you bitch-ass niggas in the
Comin' at a player [Incomprehensible] ways
Keep lickin' on other sound

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

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

I don't wanna party wit you, naw
bitch you didn't know me
When you was fine as and thick
Now you sick from 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 when 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
on y'all that wanna jeek 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 wit y'all
because we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' make us change
We ain't impressed by what you got up your Hanes
that's yo' trap, and that's yo' sap

Let me the cap while she sit in yo' lap
Homie, you know me
Jealous-ass niggas wanna me
Just because yo' woman blow me
On the strength I give hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' away bein' pretty boy

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

I don't wanna party wit you naw
hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass roll
And ya smellin' like Avon
And horse want his 'fro 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 wanna party wit you naw
Now I'ma be wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't never fame
But since the shit done came I deal wit it

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