Luyện nghe bài hát Come And Party With Me

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

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

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

[Fat
Now you can get this or you can get with that
You pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the
I call it Big Meats cuz the shit is all
Now you with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a hustler's dream, you to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I stick
I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now
Don't you wanna with me?
Where the is blowing and the E is free
And the world is yours, it say it on the blimp
And that yacht's so big, we call it a ship, hey
nigga, gun in the palm, nigga
Pop off, it's on, nigga
Not tonight, I hear my song
And let Flex drops when the shit come on, let's get it

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