Luyện nghe bài hát Bangin' at the Party

Yeah, uh, huh
Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' through the hood
Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the party, bang out
Dig I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on
We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of
And rep Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that

When the music is bumpin' and the give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know all fuckin'
Got the Henny in glass, big on somethin'
And the niggaz outside and bitches wanna fight
Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all
And you know we out when the homies come around
One always turning it up because we bangin' at the party

We come through on that 22
In that SL500 hill light blue
In cal-aye, we hit the
You ain't got it like that, in the alley, nigga
Get in line while we the line for ya
Get where we gettin' high
On the dance floor with a big
Nigga, don't get mad 'cause dick ain't mind

So when you see the side up in V.I.P
Don't bring ass up there and try to be Ali
I'll your ass back down just to be on TV
We know bad sell another CD
Fuck with that, fuck with this and I with the crys
Only fuck with the dough, never fuck you marks
And if you're getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded
'Cause we at the party

When the music is bumpin' and the homies it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all
Got the in glass, big puffin' on somethin'
And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna
Then them niggaz pulled up and they all wired
And you know we out when the homies come around
One times always it up because we bangin' at the party

Yeah, you know a white tee occasion
We in G formation, reppin' a G
I pull up three wheels, a rag fo'
Hop out the sag low, strapped with the mag fo'
It's cash flow, money rolls and thick hoes

We got those and a party on the block loc
And it's a party on the dawg
You know it's packed of hogs
That's and hard on hoes
your broad is a negative
The twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and this

Believe, never nervous to crack a hoe
Plus I got them sets on deck, servin' like
K Mac fa sho, I'll you what you askin' fo'
Why treat a bitch like a and let a hoe be a hoe
a Dub S C thang, Soprano the name
H double O bang the connect gang, nigga

Let 'em walk, walk, let 'em
(If you're down the connect then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you're strapped a tech then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you represent set then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you a vet then, ya)

Walk, walk,
(If the won't fuck then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Outline niggaz with the chalk then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you're sippin' on dark then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Y'all niggaz don't it)

When the music is and the homies give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all
Got the in glass, big puffin' on somethin'
And the niggaz outside and these bitches fight
Then niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired
And you we banged out when the homies come around
One times always turning it up because we at the party