Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

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

Loungin' the bar section, rolled the L
And steppin', concealed weapon, razor sharp
Blue hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for
somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it,
Fantastic, ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke with hashish

on the dance floor, shakin' they asses
That millon broke niggaz, that makin' passes
Honey with the eye glasses, work is Boombastic
Skin like molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to step and make her
Niggas headin' the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', playin' kids
That won't hesitate to a Cuban, you know what 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 it's on in the lavatory, I heard a
End of couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene, the
we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, to rush us
I can take a hint, Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the odds us

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

Everybody hit the deck they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin'
Half to death and took his Rolex, horrible
Like a page article, Mister Pitiful
About a away 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