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 bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a nigga
nigga 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 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 coke high, waitin' to the 4 of us
Nah, we don't like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you do
Put blue dolphins off in a rocket
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
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z said it
Fuck you and new urge to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your ball game floor
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't
thought LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry
Fuck you and the crowd you in front of
you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I heard rich"
So you just fucked first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight
Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off H belt
one of them moments where your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny niggas get 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 smell
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck your belt say?
Fuck you and your section and bottles and your sparklers
And your that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough with all the you knock off
The hood jump off the only time you get rocks off
Snapple fact you pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll everybody on your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad
I'm backwards, how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in it's chapter
I the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly
That's what we get into, why even You'll never get into
A house party, we party like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

4: Joe Budden]
I know a couple new tried 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 that talkin', I'm done when I
Take pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do with the sex
Is the of correct, we ain't gotta give you respect
So whoever you ain't practiced for real
to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a
to pass your man a ho, then get mad when he fuck
Like you do all the that a real nigga don't
All that shit that a real won't
Since I don't know if 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 party you niggas do