Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

Me and mines at the door, tryin' to pay your fees
Stop playin', you fuckin' me, I push my way in
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I a Dutch
Bouncin' lookin' like he want war
Now I the one you got to front Pah pattin' me down like the law
As I in the party
Topsey off the Limon for sure

Loungin' near the bar section, the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, sharp
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 then I it, choke
Fantastic, herb ain't no
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, body work is
Skin like molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to step and her mine
Niggas headin' the bathroom tuckin' they shines
got to keep it movin', playin' with kids
That hesitate 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 couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, be long
Before the intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the
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 on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench they program, party over
By that time I'm sober
In the midst of this whole fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was holders

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