Luyện nghe bài hát Pitch In On A Party

Momma I know you you wanted
A record you could listen to
With no and shit
I but I still gotta do this

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

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

I changed my mind, I don't want bitch
'Cuz sorry ass women just 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 is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just your crotches
But if you paid nigga, pat your

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

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

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

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

Who keeps the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these khaki niggas tripping?
I know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of 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 think we really about to pat your

And for sure, you've got
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
pitch in on a party for sure

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

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

Some of you niggas I
I try to throw y'all a 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 kick the extension out

Move! Y'all gotta be 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
Your pockets, that's where I'm for, K go

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

got yours
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 we're
So up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for

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