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 gon' me go all out
up in here, up in
Y'all gon' me act a FOOL
up in HERE, up in
Y'all gon' make me my cool
up in here, up in

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards it's gonna be quick, aight
All your up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the fuck you cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all niggaz me of a strip club, cause everytime
you come around, it's (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the you think you talkin to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone
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
why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
Preacher the truth and it hurts


Off the chain I leave soft in the brain
cause niggaz still the fame, off the name
First of all, you ain't rapped long
to be with me and you, you ain't strong enough
So it is you puffin on that got you think that 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
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 of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss
that don't belong to them, is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for niggaz like my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands them, MAN


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


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