Luyện nghe bài hát Pitch In On A Party

Momma I you said you wanted
A record you could listen to
With no cussing and
I tried but I still gotta do

Jinga, jinga we've got the
With so much heat it's for us to pick the first singer
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground
Rich, bald, bitch called and fly,

You niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly
Getting down you and I niggas, don't try

I changed my mind, I don't your bitch
'Cuz sorry ass just don't get rich
You keep her
I'd rather have a Fifi bag because cheaper

You can't come up for NL, I deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the
And to you false balling niggas just grab your
But if you paid nigga, pat pockets

And for sure, you've got
got mine's and we're balling
So call up
pitch in on a party for sure

You've got
I've got mine's and we're
So up everybody
Let's in on a party for sure

Alright, somebody the potato, let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes make the party valid
'Cuz we don't need a crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big boots again

Kicking niggas out, hand and stuffing
They banging Jacky chicken in they
And time to shine a fit
somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt
And won't the shit

Who keeps turning the on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm and I'm still delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of white about to hide it

y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the of that wine up
You party need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your

And for sure, you've got
I've got and we're balling
So call up
Let's pitch in on a for sure

You've got
I've got and we're balling
So call up
pitch in on a party for sure

Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me
So which one of you old ass bitches
Wanna in here and play?

what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the
By the big screen TV, where pants go?

Some of you niggas I
I try to y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush, empty beer in the brush
And my bitch acting a lush

Boy what could go wrong?
Somebody kick the cord out

Move! Y'all be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
To the sounds, now

done, fucked up, get out, get on
Speed up nigga, get up, your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga it
Your pockets, where I'm here for, K go

got yours
I've got mine's and we're
So up everybody
Let's in on a party for sure

got yours
I've got and we're balling
So up everybody
Let's pitch in on a for sure

You've got
got mine's and we're balling
So call up
Let's pitch in on a for sure

got yours
I've got mine's and we're
So up everybody
Let's pitch in on a for sure