Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

Uhh
Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to death
if you scared 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
playin', you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the up
Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin' nigga lookin' he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah me down like the law
As I in the party
Topsey off the Limon for sure

near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, razor
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for
Burn somethin', one got me blasted
Took another toke I passed it, choke
Fantastic, herb ain't no
Especially indo smoke mixed with hashish

Ladies on the dance floor, they asses
That millon dollar broke niggaz, makin' passes
with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin like molasses, mmm
At it's, time to step and make her mine
headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', playin' with
That won't 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 touch my shit

Now on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story find shorty, party scene's
Now a up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the intervene, the territory
we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, to rush us
I can a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the against us

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

Everybody hit the deck they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they set, stompin' Duke
Half to death and took his Rolex, it's
a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I heard the people
Niggaz, yea cold the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh