Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these again
listen
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in tonight
If your man ain't on the guest
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 motherfucker
I'm kickin' 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 stay the home
it out, uhh

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

Loungin' near the bar section, the L
And kept steppin', weapon, razor sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the of my jacket
Who kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one toke got me
Took another toke I passed it, choke
Fantastic, ain't no joke
Especially indo smoke mixed 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 blackberry molasses, mmm
At last it's, to step and make her mine
headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to it movin', playin' with kids
That hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know what this is

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

Now it's on in the lavatory, I a scream
End of couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up thing, won't be long
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 y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to have a time why?
always fuckin' it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench whole program, party over
By time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell they was heat holders

hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled 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
Like a front article, Mister Pitiful
About a step now we critical, uhh
As I out I heard the people shout
Niggaz, yea turn the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh