Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

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

Loungin' 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 dance floor for matches?
somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it,
Fantastic, herb no joke
Especially that indo mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, they asses
That millon dollar broke niggaz, that passes
Honey the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin like molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to step and make her
Niggas headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they
Brothers got to keep it movin', with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know 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 a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party
Now a fucked up thing, won't be long
the sirens intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryin' to us
I can take a hint, Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the odds us

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

hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn
Rushed the coat check, whole set, stompin' Duke
Half to death and his Rolex, it's horrible
a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a away 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