Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these again
Aiyyo
I'm only lettin' of you motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the list
He get to the back of the line
And you know another motherfuckin'
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a
In this motherfucker
I'm all y'all the fuck outta 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 tryin' to pay fees
playin', you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Bum rush plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I a Dutch
Bouncin' lookin' like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah pattin' me down the law
As I stumble in the
Topsey off the Bacardi for sure

near 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 floor lookin' for matches?
somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I it, choke
Fantastic, herb no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with

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

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

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

Back to the wall y'all, refuse to
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 that I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, gone
You can tell that was heat holders

Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I the set
Bitch slipped and a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the check, they whole set, stompin' Duke
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