Luyện nghe bài hát Party Crasher

Aww shit, not these niggaz
Aiyyo
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here
If your man on the guest list
He get to the back of the line
And you know motherfuckin' thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch a drink
In motherfucker tonight
I'm kickin' all y'all the outta here

Uhh
Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to death
Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just the fuck home
it out, uhh

Me and mines at the door, ain't to pay your fees
playin', you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Bum there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a
nigga lookin' like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah me down like the law
As I in the party
Topsey off the Bacardi for sure

near the bar section, rolled the L
And kept steppin', concealed weapon, sharp
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my
Who kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one got me blasted
Took toke then I passed it, choke
Fantastic, herb no joke
Especially that indo smoke with hashish

on the dance floor, shakin' they asses
That millon dollar broke niggaz, that passes
Honey with the eye glasses, work is Boombastic
Skin blackberry molasses, mmm
At last it's, time to and make her mine
Niggas toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin', playin' with
That hesitate to snatch a Cuban, you know what this is

Yo that's your diamonds right there, God?
Yo that shit'll go right where my ain't right now
Yo touch my shit

Now on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of couldn't find shorty, party scene's
Now a up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryin' to us
I can a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a bent environment, the odds against us

Back to the y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to a good time why?
Somebody always it up, killin' my high, damn
Monkey wrench they program, party over
By that time I'm dead
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead
You can tell they was heat holders

hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, whole set, stompin' Duke
to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
Like a page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step now we critical, uhh
As I out I heard the people shout
Niggaz, yea turn the party out
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh