Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

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

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

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' asses
That millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin'
Honey with the eye glasses, work is Boombastic
Skin like molasses, mmm
At last it's, to step and make her mine
Niggas headin' toward the bathroom they shines
got to keep it movin', playin' with kids
That won't to snatch a Cuban, you know what this is

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

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

Back to the y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to have a good time
Somebody always fuckin' it up, my high, damn
wrench they 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

Everybody hit the when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the check, they whole set, stompin' Duke
Half to and took his Rolex, it's horrible
a front page 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