Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

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

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

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

Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' asses
That millon dollar niggaz, that makin' passes
Honey the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin blackberry molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to step and make her
Niggas toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you what this is

Yo Duke that's your diamonds there, God?
Yo that shit'll go where my people ain't right now
Yo don't 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, won't be
Before the sirens intervene, the
Can't we all get along, without the
Got big muh'fuckers, tryin' to rush us
I can a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a bent environment, the odds against us

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

Everybody hit the when 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
Like a page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step 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