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?
I'm a paid nigga
Made nigga deep in her pussy like a digga
I'm so high that I can chill on the
Pop a pill in the booth, give 'em the truth
Tell the world them killers still on the loose
If I make the crowd bounce my Eminem'll recoup
That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a pit
Fly shit, sicker than hospice, '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 coke high, to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't party like you do
Nah, we don't party like you do
Put some blue off in a rocket
I'm 'bout to off, now I'm feelin' proper
We don't party like you do
We party like 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 to be a fake sneaker head
Fuck you and your game floor seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all scorekeep
'Prolly thought LeBron was a
Heat game, Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your jerseys and hairy arms
Niggas bald then get big headed like Barry Bonds
Fuck you and the crowd you in front of
Like you was born a stunna, your reformed a runner
Your got bitches saying "I heard he's rich"
So you just your first bad bitch at 36
That's what I call fake felt, saw a weight scale
tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments your money ain't the issue
I can call you corny cause niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, niggas get rich too
We don't like you niggas do

Royce Da 5'9"]

[Verse 3: Joell
Man fuck you fuckboys, you fuckin' with the wrong one
Fuck your high, don't give a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that broad you're fuckin', that pussy prolly cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who give a fuck what your belt
Fuck you and your section and your bottles and sparklers
And your that look like night vision goggles, fuck you
Knock off, enough all the narcotics you knock off
The hood jump off the only you get your rocks off
Snapple fact you never pop off, your soft
Man I'll knock everybody on your block off
You gat clapper, mad actor
I'm backwards, watch how this pump you mad asthma
Put your punk in it's last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat
No like a house party, yeah
You know a shorty's on that couch, prolly dead
That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get
A house party, we don't party 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 mouth for my G, you need money to fuck
You do a lot of talkin', I'm done when 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 gotta give you respect
So whoever raised you practiced for real
Type to buy a bitch a phone, be all the bill
I've seen your type, corndog, wack as a
Type to pass your man a ho, then get mad he fuck
you do all the shit that a real nigga don't
All shit 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 no bitches, you busy being one
And one last thing for the 'fore I get out of here
We don't like you niggas do