Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

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

If I bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a club, cause everytime
you come around, it's like (what) I gotta get my dick 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 find yourself, buried next to someone else
and we all thought you yourself
But that couldn't been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now cause they you
Shit a nigga to diss you
That's why you layin on back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it


Off the chain I niggaz soft in the brain
cause niggaz want the fame, off the name
First of all, you rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't enough
So whatever it is you puffin on got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the
niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, your a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and know
old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my baby mother, I let her go"
I'm tired of ass niggaz whinin over puss
that belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real like my mans and them
who get it on on the of the hands with them, MAN


I down rains so heavy it curse the head
No talkin - put him in the dirt instead
You walin - lest you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up
Cause youse a type nigga
Fake up type nigga
Puss like a white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker water
We done through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, I'ma the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be
You know who gon' find (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin soul's at rest
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your


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