Luyện nghe bài hát Party

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

1: Crooked I]
Why you think your bitch on my
Cause I'm a paid
Made deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the
If I make the crowd bounce my Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, '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, to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't like 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 party like you do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]
wadadadadang (x2)

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

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

3: Joell Ortiz]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a if you're on one
that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a what your belt say?
Fuck you and section and your bottles and your sparklers
And shades that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get your off
Snapple fact you never pop off, block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block off
You gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's last
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, dead
That's we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party like you do

Royce Da 5'9"]

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