Luyện nghe bài hát Party and Bullshit

Black told me if you wanna bonafide banga
you gotta start a hard ass kick and a snare (yea)
Add some dope ass around and a hard MC and you got

[Verse 1: Tech
Every night, it like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!)
Cause rappin on Earth pays
Smelling like versa (chaa) or is it
You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of saki, (chaa)
All you ladies in here, I am wood (chaa)
I just, wanna lay between ya and ram into it (chaa)
Cause, it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a woman than planned parent hood (chaa)
I got more bottles, than new born babys, for ladies
I want you drink up till you horn and rape me (chaa)
im lazy and achey (chaa), wanna get shady and tape me? (chaa)
Okay lets say we tape me inflating your trakey (chaa)
Im just I ain't letting the tool spit (chaa)
I ain't tryan you haters layin below the pool pit (chaa)
40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a kit (chaa)
eat, drink and be merry mang and miss me with all bullshit(?)
Aint not telling how drunk and how get

2x]
(Hey hey)
We and bullshit
Booze it with (hey hey)
And that's how we it
Not the we choosing
Everybody it, listenin to our music

2: Big Ben]
And like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am)
you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too
Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a too
Im F-L-Y, so why We can flick a few (fuck yea)
Knock the lenses out my and start the ruckus (yes)
So when I scream through the scene you kno you finna crush it
Max out on swagga, not ordinary rapper
But I do my thing extra, no ordinary madness (Gotya)
Keep smooth movement so proper
They choosin on ya dude cuz I be's all about my dollas
On the baddest bitch swaggin through, its not a big
Shit I receive more tongue then a double thizz pill
Its real, you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me
No need to slow it down you let them suckas pace the speed, dig it? (yep)
Fuck it, imma party a trap star
and probably get my ass thrown out for that hard
Aye, Aye

2x]
(Hey hey)
We and bullshit
it with floosies (hey hey)
And that's how we it
Not the we choosing
lose it, listenin to our music

[Verse 3:
Okay... you 24 right?
Imma tell you keep it
I go by the name of

Yo, yo flow me, buy vodka, get pissy
with tech n9ne, bear arms and get grizzly (prrrrraaa)
Ever ready, a killer flows angelic
Story telling and battle rapping who can't it?
Should I it up? Nah imma keep it strange
My inner voices told my voice to be deranged
The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his
Who em everytime I see Biancas give her ass a smack
I need a bumps rock, fresh pair of sucka
Its a party, im bullshittin moafuckas
fly, look at bitches with a crooked eye
Battle me? I think your rapper rather die
Who you could spit a flow this clean?
My to 10th grade, I got so many 16's
Please, I got a lot of hard tones, that'll fuck up view with a view
Star Jones
Yall clones, my is the original
you wack rappers just opitimize pitiful
But me? Spittin is a ritual
I stopped liking rap the lion got habitual
Im sick of you, the streets me to a cetinel
Im so not Common, but I still see the in you
Shit, can't out-rhyme me
So Tech, call Trav now and tell him sign me

2x]
(Hey hey)
We and bullshit
Booze it with (hey hey)
And that's how we it
Not the Biancas we
Everybody lose it, to our music

Yea... throw ya in the air if ya drunk like me, yea
Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and boy