Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

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

near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor
star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid, on the dance floor for matches?
Burn somethin', one got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it,
Fantastic, herb ain't no
that indo smoke mixed with hashish

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

Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there,
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 story couldn't find shorty, party
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, be long
the sirens intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the
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

Back to the 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, my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party
By that I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat

Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I the set
slipped 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 front page article, Mister
About a away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I the people shout
Niggaz, yea cold the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh