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 your bitch on my
Cause I'm a nigga
Made deep in her pussy like a grave digga
I'm so high that I can on the roof
Pop a pill in the booth, give '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 Crooked I spit is making a pit
Fly shit, sicker 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 coke high, to fuck the 4 of us
Nah, we don't like you niggas do
Nah, we don't party like you do
Put some blue dolphins off in a
I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm proper
We don't like you niggas do
We don't party you niggas do

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

[Verse 2: Da 5'9]
Fuck you nerds everything cause Jay Z done said it
Fuck you and your new urge to be a fake head
Fuck you and your ball game seats
If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't
'Prolly LeBron was a cornerback
Heat game, Grape 5's and a Hornets hat
Fuck you and your leather 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 money a runner
Your Instagram got bitches saying "I heard rich"
So you just fucked your first bad at 36
what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale
Shirt in in front, showin' off your H belt
This one of them moments where money ain't the issue
I can call you cause corny niggas get rich too
Still a sucker, corny get rich too
We don't like you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

3: Joell Ortiz]
Man fuck you fuckboys, you boys with the wrong one
Fuck your fake high, don't a fuck if you're on one
Fuck that you're fuckin', that pussy prolly smell cray
Fuck, you ain't a G, who a fuck what your belt say?
Fuck you and your and your bottles and your sparklers
And your shades that look like night 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, how this pump give you mad asthma
Put your punk story in last chapter
I fucked the pumps off a D but you a cat
No party's like a house party,
You know a shorty's sleepin' on couch, prolly dead
what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into
A house party, we don't party you niggas do

[Hook: Da 5'9"]

4: Joe Budden]
I know a new niggas tried to start this
Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin'
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 dummy to
It's like everything you do the opposite sex
Is the opposite of correct, we ain't gotta you respect
So raised you ain't practiced 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 real 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 thing for the record I get out of here
We don't like you niggas do