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 gotsta bring it to you then it's gonna be quick, aight
All mens up in the jail before, suck my dick
and all them cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick
How the you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight
There go the gun click, nine one one
All some dumb shit, ain't that some shit
Y'all remind me of a strip club, cause everytime
you around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick 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 thought you yourself
But that couldn't have been the issue, or
they just sayin that, now cause miss you
Shit a nigga tried to you
That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the of the church
Preacher the truth and it hurts


Off the chain I leave niggaz in the brain
cause niggaz still want the fame, off the
of all, you ain't 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, I smack him with my dick and the mic?
Y'all niggaz is characters, not good actors
What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, add up all the factors
You wack, you're twisted, girl's 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 over puss
don't 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 strength of the with them, MAN


I bring down so heavy it curse the head
No more - put him in the dirt instead
You keep walin - lest you to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up
Cause a soft type nigga
Fake up type nigga
Puss like a soft white
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than
We done through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The the order, the more 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 I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is to be missin
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man
Grandma your soul's at rest
but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in chest


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