Luyện nghe bài hát Party

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

[Verse 1: I]
Why you think your on my dick?
Cause I'm a nigga
Made nigga deep in her like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the
Tell the world them lyrical still on the loose
If I the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we party like you niggas do
We don't party like them do
4 a.m. 20 on the tour bus
On a high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you do
Nah, we don't party like you do
Put blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to off, now I'm feelin' proper
We party like you niggas do
We don't like you niggas do

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

[Verse 2: Royce Da
Fuck you nerds everything 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 there with a broad, neither one of ain't scorekeep
'Prolly LeBron was a cornerback
game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and arms
Niggas bald they 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 got bitches saying "I heard he's rich"
So you just fucked first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H
This one of them moments your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause niggas get rich too
a sucker, corny niggas get rich too
We don't like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

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

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 4: Joe
I know a couple new niggas tried to start
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 talkin', I'm done when I bust
community pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's everything you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta you respect
So whoever raised you ain't practiced for
Type to buy a a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've your type, corndog, wack as a fuck
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he
Like you do all the shit that a real nigga
All that shit a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this sucka shit is
You the we see and run
No you ain't no bitches, you busy being one
And one last thing for the record I get out of here
We don't like you niggas do