Luyện nghe bài hát Bangin' at the Party

Yeah, uh, huh
Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall the hood
up the lil' 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 on and leave with a couple of bitches
And rep Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that

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

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

So when you see the west 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 publicity'll another CD
Fuck with that, fuck with this and I with the crys
fuck with the dough, never fuck with you marks
And if just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded
'Cause we at the party

When the is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know all fuckin'
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 banged out when the homies around
One times always it up because we bangin' at the party

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

We got those and a party on the block loc
And it's a party on the dawg
You it's packed full of hogs
That's active and 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 on deck, servin' like McEnroe
K Mac fa sho, I'll you what you askin' fo'
Why treat a like a bitch and let a hoe be a hoe
a Dub S C thang, Soprano the name
H double O bang with the gang, nigga

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

Walk, walk,
(If the bitch won't then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Outline them with 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 homies give it
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all
Got the Henny in glass, big on somethin'
And the niggaz outside and bitches wanna fight
Then them niggaz pulled up and deuces all wired
And you know we banged out when the homies around
One times always turning it up because we at the party