Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these niggaz
listen
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in tonight
If man ain't on the guest list
He get to the back of the line
And you know motherfuckin' thing?
I give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
In this motherfucker
I'm kickin' all the fuck outta here

Uhh
Muh'fuckers be up in the club to fuckin' death
Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the home
it out, uhh

Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin' to pay fees
Stop playin', you fuckin' with me, I my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to the club up
Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah me down like the law
As I stumble in the
Topsey off the Limon for sure

Loungin' near the bar section, the L
And kept steppin', weapon, razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my
Who that kid, on the dance lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one got me blasted
Took another toke then I it, choke
Fantastic, ain't no joke
that indo smoke mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, they asses
That millon dollar niggaz, that makin' passes
with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin blackberry molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to step and make her
Niggas headin' toward the bathroom they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know what is

Yo Duke your diamonds right there, God?
Yo that shit'll go right where my ain't right now
Yo don't my shit

Now it's on in the lavatory, I a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, be long
Before the sirens intervene, the
we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big muh'fuckers, tryin' to rush us
I can a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the odds us

to the wall y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin' my high,
Monkey they whole program, party over
By that I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead
You can tell that was heat holders

hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some kids
Rushed the coat check, they set, stompin' Duke
Half to and took his Rolex, it's horrible
a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the people
Niggaz, yea cold the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh