Luyện nghe bài hát Party

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

[Verse 1: I]
Why you think your bitch on my
Cause I'm a paid
nigga deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so that I can chill on the roof
Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, 'em the truth
Tell the them lyrical killers still on the loose
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 don't like 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 party you niggas do
Nah, we party like you niggas do
Put some blue off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm proper
We party like you niggas do
We party like you niggas do

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

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
Fuck you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake head
Fuck you and your ball game seats
If you just there a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep
'Prolly thought was a cornerback
game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather jerseys and hairy
Niggas then they get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you perform in of
Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I he's rich"
So you just fucked your first bad at 36
That's what I call fake felt, saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, off your H belt
This one of them moments your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause corny get rich too
Still a sucker, corny get rich too
We don't party you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 3: Joell
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 prolly smell
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck your belt say?
Fuck you and your and your bottles and your sparklers
And your that look 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 fact you never pop off, block's soft
Man I'll everybody on your block's block off
You fake gat clapper, mad
I'm backwards, watch how this give you mad asthma
Put punk story in it's last chapter
I fucked the off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's like a house party,
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

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

[Verse 4: Joe
I know a couple new niggas tried to this
Lemme help you out dawg, is still trickin' regardless
We not in the same, you to us
I use my mouth for my G, you need money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done I bust
Take pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like you do with the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta give you
So whoever raised you ain't for real
to buy a bitch a phone, be all checkin' the bill
I've seen 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 real nigga
All that shit that a real nigga
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 record 'fore I get out of
We don't party like you do