Luyện nghe bài hát Bangin' at the Party

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

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

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

So when you see the west up in V.I.P
Don't bring your ass up and try to be Ali
beat your ass back down just to be on TV
We know bad publicity'll sell CD
Fuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck the crys
Only fuck with the dough, fuck with you marks
And if you're getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded
we bangin' at the party

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

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

We got and it's a party on the block loc
And a party on the block dawg
You know packed full of hogs
active and hard on hoes
Handcuffin' your 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 on deck, servin' like McEnroe
K Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you fo'
Why treat a bitch a bitch 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 down with the connect then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you're with a tech then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you your set then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you a vet then, ya)

Walk, walk,
(If the bitch won't then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Outline them niggaz the chalk then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you're sippin' on that then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Y'all niggaz don't it)

When the music is bumpin' and the give it somethin'
All the hoes is and you know they all fuckin'
Got the Henny in glass, big on somethin'
And the niggaz outside and these bitches fight
Then them 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