Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

Me and at the door, ain't tryin' 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 front Pah pattin' me down the law
As I in the party
Topsey off the Bacardi for sure

near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the of my jacket
Who kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took toke then I passed it, choke
Fantastic, ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed hashish

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

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

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

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

Everybody hit the deck 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 death and took his Rolex, it's
Like a front article, Mister Pitiful
About a away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the shout
Niggaz, yea turn the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh