Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
DMX
Y'all make me lose 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 bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get with, dumb quick
How the fuck you gonna the dog with some bum shit? Aight
go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that shit
Y'all niggaz remind me of a club, cause everytime
you around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't who the fuck you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, slim? So watch what you do
Or you gon' find yourself, next to someone else
and we all thought you yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or
they just that, now cause they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to 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 still the fame, off the name
First of all, you rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not good actors
What's gon' be the Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and know
old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I my baby mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don't to them, fuck is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands them, MAN


I bring down rains so it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the instead
You keep - lest you tryin to end up red
if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type
up North type nigga
Puss like a soft nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker water
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 runnin his mouth? blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be
You know who find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
Grandma wishin soul's at rest
but it's to digest with the size of the hole in your chest


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