Luyện nghe bài hát Pitch In On A Party

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

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

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

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

You come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, a sleeper, so pass the reafer
And to you balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga, pat your

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

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

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

niggas out, hand cuffing and stuffing
They banging Jacky chicken in they
And to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny
And won't pass the

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

'Cuz y'all ain't drinking up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that up
You party haters to stop it
I we really about to pat your pockets

And for sure, got yours
got mine's and we're balling
So up everybody
Let's pitch in on a for sure

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

Hey, baby, my girlfriend me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass
Wanna come in here and

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

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

Boy what else go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension out

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

Y'all done, up, get out, get on
up nigga, get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the nigga said it
pockets, that's where I'm here for, K go

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

got yours
I've got mine's and balling
So up everybody
pitch in on a party for sure

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

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