Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

Uhh
Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin'
Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just the fuck 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' lookin' like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah pattin' me like the law
As I stumble in the
off the Limon Bacardi for sure

Loungin' near the bar section, the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, sharp
star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket
Who kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one got me blasted
Took another toke I passed it, choke
Fantastic, herb no joke
that indo smoke mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' asses
That millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin'
Honey with the eye glasses, work is Boombastic
like blackberry molasses, mmm
At last it's, to step and make her mine
Niggas headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' 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 your diamonds there, God?
Yo that go right where my people ain't right now
Yo touch my shit

Now on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of couldn't find shorty, party scene's
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 take a hint, what? Can smell the
Of a hell bent environment, the against us

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

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