Luyện nghe bài hát Party

[Intro: I & (Royce Da 5'9")]
the fuck you talking 'bout?
(You in my lane, nigga)
This is
(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 that I can chill on the roof
Pop a pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the
If I make the crowd bounce my nigga recoup
That's why the Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit
Fly shit, sicker hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't like you niggas do
We don't party like 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 party like you niggas do
Put blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't like you niggas do
We don't party you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]
Wadadadang (x2)

[Verse 2: Royce Da
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker
Fuck you and your game floor seats
If you just with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought was a cornerback
Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and arms
Niggas bald they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a
Instagram 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
one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can you corny cause corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, niggas get rich too
We don't party like you do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

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

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 4: Joe
I a couple new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you to us
I use my for my G, you need your money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done I bust
Take community pussy and be the to cuff
like everything you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you
So raised you ain't practiced for real
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 that shit that a nigga won't
I don't know if this 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 'fore I get out of here
We don't like you niggas do