Luyện nghe bài hát Party

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

1: Crooked I]
Why you think bitch on my dick?
Cause I'm a nigga
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 lyrical killers still on the loose
If I the crowd bounce my nigga Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a pit
Fly shit, than hospice, takin' 'em hostage
Yeah, we don't party like you do
We don't party them niggas do
4 a.m. 20 groupies on the bus
On a high, waitin' to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we party like you niggas do
Nah, we don't like you niggas do
Put blue dolphins off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm proper
We don't like you niggas do
We don't party like you do

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

2: Royce Da 5'9]
Fuck you doing everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker
Fuck you and your ball game seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't
'Prolly thought LeBron was a
game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather and hairy arms
Niggas bald then they get big headed like Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you in front of
you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner
Your got bitches saying "I heard he's rich"
So you just fucked your first bad at 36
That's I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt tucked in in front, off your H belt
This one of them moments where your money the issue
I can call you corny cause niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, niggas get rich too
We don't party you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 3: Joell
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys fuckin' the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a what your belt say?
Fuck you and section and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, with all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the time you get your rocks off
Snapple you never pop off, your block's soft
Man I'll knock everybody on 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 off a D but you a cat stacker
No party's 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 house party, we don't party like you do

[Hook: 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 mouth for my G, you your money to fuck
You do a lot of that talkin', I'm done I bust
community pussy and be the dummy to cuff
It's like everything you do the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't give you respect
So whoever raised you ain't for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all the bill
I've seen 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 nigga don't
All that that a real 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 busy one
And one thing for the record 'fore I get out of here
We don't like you niggas do