Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these again
Aiyyo
I'm only lettin' five of you in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest
He get to the back of the fuckin'
And you know another motherfuckin'
I don't a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
In this motherfucker
I'm all y'all the fuck outta here

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

Me and mines at the door, ain't to pay your fees
Stop playin', you fuckin' with me, I my way in
Bum rush there's of us to tear 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 Pah pattin' me down like the law
As I in the party
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for

Loungin' the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for
Burn somethin', one toke got me
Took another toke then I passed it,
Fantastic, herb no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed hashish

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

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

Now on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be
the sirens intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, the ruckus
Got big muh'fuckers, tryin' to rush us
I can a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell environment, the odds against us

Back to the wall y'all, to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to
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 shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat

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