Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Wanna Party Wit U

Get back before I get raised, get
Do some extreme shit, keep from bored
Now it's double up, hoes come a a dozen
They get hot and get and don't remember from buzzin'

That's why you see me, I ain't at the club
I'm with my homies in the city of hugs
Because they need me more than hoe
The big fat hoe tryna' get every ballin' nigga in the

Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants, you the man
Now a days you tell, watch the crotch, it might swell
You needs a pap smear, you need to if you got an STD
Some little critters in ya dear

Get on, me and my is indivisible
And don't money, it looks better when it's invisible
We get props from Wall to y'all street
If ya missed it, I consistant, we got heat
style, O-G me style, the D-J Q-U-I-K with no C style
In yo' town, don't nigga, it goes down

And when you see me in all blue, you gon'
But I'm rigid the ghetto, I'm with rap
Money or respect bitch, I'd have the digits than DAT
So give me the hats, do you the meat or the scraps?
Put heat on my naps and hell look sweet on my lap
'Cause the same thang tryna' kill the gang bang
Set for the kids, on how to maintain
be a lame brain

Y'all ain't gotta feel the pain
That put a nigga like me on the
Bow down, up nigga, I'm hot now
And try to resuscitate me when I'm shot down
call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him his little homie Quiksta had to go
Because 'Gangsta, Gangsta', what they yellin'

But niggas do dirt, get caught, and start
Talkin' to you G's no heart
We was throwin' and runnin' bullets
gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga so don't test ya bullet-proof
real niggas do real thangs up under stress
That's from the C-P-T, young G heart, too
Oh we party, but now it's part two

And I wanna party wit you, hell naw
bitch you scary
You 20 old, with 3 kids, 7 tattoos
You're but your legs are hairy

I don't wanna party wit you, naw
You need to put lotion on
'Cause ya skin is peelin' around them bullet wounds on ya
You're fat you're abortion-prone

I'd rather be a young exec, than the on the other end
by a neuce on his neck
They can't handle me, 'cause I'm the [Incomprehensible] be
And underground nigga on Erickston, now is the family

That roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, bread, and share the store wit
Even I'm thirsty for money in the worst way
I ain't go cry if I go platinum on the first day
Watch me, get my on with the friendly competition

Y'all got papers but I got the tradition
A hundred-thousand dollars a truck, is I crack
And if you ain't got that, wishin'
And to you bitch-ass in the maze
Comin' at a player with [Incomprehensible]
Keep lickin' on other sound

And stay of the 105 Hip Hop heads, 'cause this is underground
Right by the water, can't do right by ya
But look at all the shit that I done her
See lyrics ain't if the beat ain't crackin'
And these beats smackin', why the G's keep stackin', nigga

I don't wanna wit you, hell naw
nigga you's a scuffla
Your is dingy, your clothes ain't got no creases
And your lips like you sucked a muffler

I don't wanna party wit you, naw
bitch you didn't know me
When you was as wine and thick
Now you sick from that shit
broke and plus you're boney

W-E-S-T, C-O-A-S-T, that's the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my are really R-E-D
See the [Incomprehensible] is free, pardon me for speaky
Switchin' on y'all that jeek me

makes you even try that way?
Yeah I might be fly, but I don't fly way
Hmm, even on a gallon a Sisco I never go disco
Dude I ain't from

And to these bitches, y'all trippin', we ain't layin' wit
Just we say we wanna fuck, we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment, we tryna' us some change
We ain't impressed by what you got up under your
Bitch that's yo' trap, and yo' sap

Let me spit the cap she sit in yo' lap
Homie, don't you me
Jealous-ass wanna flow me
because yo' woman wanna blow me
On the I give that hoe a tittie-toy
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin' with bein' pretty boy

I don't party wit you, hell naw
Now this is how the bounce
We stay away you broke-ass niggas
beggin' and ain't got a dime on the 40 oz

I don't party wit you hell naw
'Cause hoe you toe-back, with that ol' long ass
And ya smellin' like Avon
And that horse his 'fro back

I don't wanna party wit you naw
And nigga I can't ya
And I ain't got but some advice,
A map, a bar of soap, some water and a to hand ya

I don't wanna wit you hell naw
Now be real wit it
All my fuckin' life I ain't never wanted
But since the shit done came I deal wit it

I don't party wit you
Ya know, but I'ma do it like my say
Check it, I don't give a about fame
I'd rather deal the money, y'all can have the name
I'm out,