Luyện nghe bài hát Party

[Intro: I & (Royce Da 5'9")]
What the fuck you 'bout?
(You in my lane, nigga)
is Slaughterhouse
(Me and you the same, nigga)

1: Crooked I]
Why you your bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a nigga
Made nigga deep in her like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can on the roof
Pop a pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd my nigga Eminem'll recoup
why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party you niggas do
We party like them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 on the tour bus
On a coke high, waitin' to the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you do
Nah, we party like you niggas do
Put some blue off in a rocket
I'm to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper
We party like you niggas do
We don't party like you do

Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang (x2)

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor
If you just there with a broad, one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in of
Like you was born a stunna, money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I he's rich"
So you fucked your first bad bitch at 36
what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money the issue
I can call you corny corny niggas get rich too
a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

3: Joell Ortiz]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' with the one
Fuck your high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you a G, who give a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night vision goggles, you
off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off
The jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snapple fact you never pop off, your soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block off
You fake gat clapper, mad
I'm backwards, watch how pump give you mad asthma
Put punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat
No like a house party, yeah
You a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get
A house party, we party like you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 4: Joe
I know a new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you to us
I use my mouth for my G, you need your to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm when I bust
Take pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't for real
to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've seen type, corndog, wack as a fuck
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he
Like you do all the that a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real nigga
Since I know if this sucka shit is contagious
You the we see and run
No you ain't getting no bitches, you busy one
And one thing for the record 'fore I get out of here
We party like you niggas do