Luyện nghe bài hát Come And Party With Me

[Chorus: LL J]
We can chill up in the club, we can pop a bub
We can up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can me back rubs
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)

[Hook: LL J (girl)]
One-two, and pump it up, and (ah back it up)
One-two, and it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and it up

[LL J]
They say what happens in Vegas, stays in
If ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas
I know what you up to, your skirt's
But I'm so up that I forgot what your name is
We can in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck
Kool-Aid smile on face, popping a bottle
you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto
Throw ya in the sky, why, am I
So, fly, can't deny
My tight, gear, sit right
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, right
Lights are flashing, living life passion
And if this was a movie, you be perfect casting
You me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin
And you know I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking

[Fat
Now you can get with this or you can get with
You pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
The whip's a 26 and the in the back
I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all
Now you fucking Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a dream, you suppose to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I crack
I stay fly, you a G four on smack, now listen
you wanna party with me?
Where the kush is and the E is free
And the world is yours, it say it right on the
And that so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey
Punks nigga, gun in the palm,
Pop off, whenever on, nigga
Not tonight, I hear my song
And let drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it

[Sheek
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old
Showing her hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, and Biz
And if I L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
early, imagine when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the
I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit
goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
I'm out the door, boned from a raw
Swimming pool bottom of it, big as
V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar
Partying, no shirts, tats over the
Ice in the sharper, here, ma, I mean