Luyện nghe bài hát Bangin' at the Party

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

When the music is bumpin' and the homies it somethin'
All the is comin' and you know they all fuckin'
Got the in glass, big puffin' on somethin'
And the outside and these bitches wanna fight
Then niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired
And you know we banged out when the homies around
One always turning 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 ain't got it that, park in the alley, nigga
Get in line while we spit the for ya
Get inside we gettin' high
On the dance floor a big behind
Nigga, don't get mad your 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 publicity'll sell CD
Fuck with that, fuck this and I fuck with the crys
Only fuck with the dough, never fuck you marks
And if you're just getting in, you 'tarded
'Cause we bangin' at the

When the music is bumpin' and the homies it somethin'
All the is comin' and you know they 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 deuces all
And you know we banged out when the homies come
One times always turning it up because we at the party

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

We got those and it's a on the block loc
And it's a on the block dawg
You it's packed full of hogs
That's active and hard on
Handcuffin' 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 give you what you fo'
Why treat a bitch a bitch and let a hoe be a hoe
It's a Dub S C thang, Soprano the
H double O bang the connect gang, nigga

Let 'em walk, walk, let 'em
(If you're down with the 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 niggaz the chalk then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(If you're sippin' on that then, ya)
Walk, walk,
(Y'all niggaz want it)

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