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 your bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a paid
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a grave
I'm so that I can chill on the roof
Pop a pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
the world them lyrical killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga recoup
That's why the rhymes I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we party like you niggas do
We don't party them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the bus
On a coke high, to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't like you niggas do
Nah, we don't like you niggas do
Put some blue dolphins off in a
I'm 'bout to off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you do
We don't party you niggas do

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

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

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

3: Joell Ortiz]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't give a fuck if on one
that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what belt say?
Fuck you and section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough all the narcotics you knock off
The jump off the only time you get your rocks off
Snapple 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 your punk story in it's last
I the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No like a house party, yeah
You know a sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even You'll never get into
A party, we don't party like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

[Verse 4: Joe
I know a couple new niggas to start this
help 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 when I bust
Take community and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do with the sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you
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 your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the shit that a nigga don't
All that that a real nigga won't
Since I don't know if this sucka is contagious
You the we see and run
No you getting no bitches, you busy being one
And one last thing for the record 'fore I get out of
We don't like you niggas do