Luyện nghe bài hát Pitch In On A Party

Momma I know you you wanted
A that you could listen to
no cussing and shit
I tried but I still gotta do

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

You dirty niggas y'all too to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all
And leave up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas, try niggas

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

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

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

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

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

Kicking out, hand cuffing and stuffing
They Jacky chicken in they mouth
And to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a blunt
And pass the shit

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

'Cuz y'all drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and and the rest of that wine up
You haters need to stop it
I think we about to pat your pockets

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

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

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

That's what my homie told and try to cop the
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs
And in the kitchen and up in on the dancefloor
By the big TV, where your pants go?

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

Boy what else go wrong?
Somebody the extension 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, take your on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga it
Your pockets, where I'm here for, K go

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

You've got
I've got mine's and 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 in on a party for sure

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