Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

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

If I gotsta bring it to you then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the 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 Aight
There go the gun click, one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that some
niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's (what) I just 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 gon' find yourself, next to someone else
and we all you loved yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or
they sayin that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the of the church
tellin the truth and it hurts


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


I bring down rains so heavy it the head
No more talkin - put him in the instead
You keep walin - lest you to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, end up dead
Cause youse a soft type
Fake up North type
Puss a soft white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker water
We done been through the mud and we to slaughter
The the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't run out
Sun in to sun out, keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be
You who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin your soul's at
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in chest


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