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 back
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)

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

[LL J]
say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend Vegas
I what you up to, your skirt's outrageous
But I'm so fucked up that I what your name is
We can in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Live our for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow
Kool-Aid smile on face, popping a bottle
Like you had an and you hit the lotto
Throw ya in the sky, why, am I
So, fly, can't deny
My shit's tight, gear, sit
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's
Lights are flashing, living life with
And if was a movie, you would be perfect casting
You killing me slowly, baby, 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 wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with
The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the
I call it Big Meats cuz the is all black
Now you with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
I'm a dream, you suppose to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I stick
I fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen
Don't you wanna party me?
Where the kush is and the E is free
And the is yours, it say it right on the blimp
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 drops bombs when the shit come on, get it

[Sheek
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his 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 talk L.O.X., I'm getting sex
This early, imagine 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
More goons, more chicks, when it's to score
I'm straight out the door, boned a raw
Swimming 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