Luyện nghe bài hát Party Ya Ass Off

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Whassup white
Drink, smoke, ya ass off
You you ain't got no ass to party off
But fuck it, we'll wit'chu, it's Tha Liks

I know y'all the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale
How J-Ro shot and Tash moved out of Cali
that shit is true, half that shit is true lies
It'll be a cold day in hell before the crew divides

All I can say is some space for me
We the best that did it and bow out gracefully
Yeah, we three different solo careers about to off
But about now we bout to party ya ass off

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While my pen electric across the pages of my notepad
With no dad, spans the earth like a nomad
I go grab the dollars while askin' whose is it
Only bitches on the list when the Likwit visits

Xzibit that's my nigga, stop stupid questions
I got too much time invested in these studio
get the show on the road, spot dates, award tours
J-Ro tell these niggaz what the fuck we in it

We in it for the love, we in it for the
We in it for the chicks walkin' in fuzzy slippers
We on our final and we ready to blast off
Drink, smoke, ya ass off

This ain't tic-tac-toe, I got a click flow
The number one objective is to get that
From Pacoma to Corona droppin' on ya
Tha Liks are on your side like a kidney donor

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My word is bond, your bond is ten
You ask your to put the house up but moms is payin' rent
You got bent, look at all the you sent her through
Out there startin' shit the King T interview

I'm the Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle
That's why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the
You fake A and R's make me think it be beautiful
To throw a hand grenade up in your cubicle

All I is rap labels is craps tables
Put yo' nuts on the and pray to black angels
My tour pass from my neck to my wishbone
We been on tour with everybody, Snoop to Fishbone

J-Ro, one degrees
I chain MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please
Alkaholiks got y'all drunk for
Now we beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers

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