Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
DMX
Y'all gon' make me my mind
up in HERE, up in
gon' make me go all out
up in here, up in
Y'all make me act a FOOL
up in HERE, up in
Y'all make me lose my cool
up in here, up in

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards it's gonna be quick, aight
All mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit?
There go the gun click, nine one one
All over some dumb shit, ain't that shit
niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my sucked
And I know who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So what you do
Or you gon' yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you loved
But couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
they sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a tried to diss you
That's why you layin on back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher the truth and it hurts


Off the I leave niggaz soft in the brain
cause niggaz still want the fame, off the
of all, you ain't rapped long enough
to be fuckin me and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the
You wack, you're twisted, your a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody
old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don't belong to them, is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz my mans and them
who get it on on the of the hands with them, MAN


I bring down rains so it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt
You walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, end up dead
Cause youse a type nigga
Fake up North type
Puss like a soft white
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than
We done been through the mud and we to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more guns we out
We run up in there, e'rybody out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma the gun out
Nigga his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is to be missin
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man
Grandma wishin your soul's at
but it's hard to digest with the of the hole in your chest


up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me
meet me outside, meet me
All my Ruff gon' meet me outside
meet me outside, me outside
All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me
meet me outside, me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me
meet me outside, me outside
All my street street meet me outside
meet me outside, outside
X is got y'all bouncin
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Dark Man X got ya bouncin
Bouncin again, again
Swizz Beatz got bouncin again
Bouncin again, again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all again (DMX)
again, bounce-bouncin again
Dark Man you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Dark Man keep you bouncin
again, bounce-bouncin again
All my streets they bouncin
again, we're bouncin again
Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin
again and we bouncin again
Double R keep it comin, nuttin y'all
Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now..