Luyện nghe bài hát Party

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

[Verse 1: I]
Why you think your bitch on my
I'm a paid nigga
Made deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers on the loose
If I make the crowd my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you 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 you niggas do
Nah, we don't party you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm proper
We party like you niggas do
We don't like you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang (x2)

[Verse 2: Royce Da
Fuck you nerds doing cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game seats
If you just with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a
Heat game, Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the you perform in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I heard rich"
So you just fucked your bad bitch at 36
That's what I fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H
This one of them where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, niggas get rich too
We party like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

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

Royce Da 5'9"]

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