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 show a nigga love, you can give me rubs
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)

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

[LL J]
They say what in Vegas, stays in Vegas
If this ain't Vegas, let's it's Vegas
I know what you up to, skirt's outrageous
But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your is
We can in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Live our lives for the moment, baby, tomorrow
Kool-Aid smile on your face, a bottle
Like you had an orgasm and you hit the
ya hands in the sky, why, am I
So, damn fly, can't
My tight, gear, sit right
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, right
Lights are flashing, living with passion
And if this was a movie, you be perfect casting
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 with this or you can get that
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with
The a 26 and the motor's in the back
I call it Big Meats cuz the is all black
Now you fucking 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 crack
I fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen
Don't you party with me?
Where the kush is and the E is free
And the world is yours, it say it right on the
And yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey
nigga, gun in the palm, nigga
Pop off, whenever it's on,
Not tonight, I wanna my song
And let Flex bombs when the shit come on, let's get it

[Sheek
Ok, let Sheek on his Cool J shit
Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old
her what hip hop is
Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, and Biz
And if I L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
This early, when it get to Flex
heavy, all black Chevy
Sheek got 'em wet, somebody hit the levy's
I got a Porsche, but the truck fit more
goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
I'm out the door, boned 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