Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
DMX
Y'all make me lose 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 gon' me lose my cool
up in here, up in

If I gotsta it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb
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 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 don't know who the fuck you you talkin to
but I'm not him, slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to else
and we all you loved yourself
But couldn't have been the issue, or maybe
they just sayin that, now they miss you
a nigga tried to diss you
That's why you on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher tellin the truth and it


Off the chain I leave niggaz in the brain
niggaz still want the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't enough
So it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the
Y'all niggaz is characters, not even actors
gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid yours, and e'rybody know
old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I my baby mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over
don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my and them
who get it on on the strength of the with them, MAN


I bring rains so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the instead
You keep walin - you tryin to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, end up dead
Cause a soft type nigga
Fake up type nigga
Puss like a white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's than water
We done been the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the guns we brought out
We run up in there, come out, don't 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.. me outside
meet me outside, me outside
All my Ruff gon' meet me outside
me outside, meet me outside
All my big gon' meet me outside
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
me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got bouncin again
Bouncin again, again
Dark Man X got ya bouncin
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Swizz got y'all bouncin again
Bouncin again, again (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got bouncin again (DMX)
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Dark Man keep you bouncin
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Dark Man keep you again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
All my streets they again
Bouncin again, bouncin again
Swizz Swizz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin
Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin
Ain't y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*}