Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) in background throughout song]

[Yo Gotti speaking ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo
Tunes Productions
We ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta
Bun B, and this ya boy Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D rock with me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
Throughout the crowd me

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly
who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz know
flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new
But I don't sing I bust flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop puss like ya know it

[Hook x2: Yo

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my
here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of these gon' get it man
the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no
I got my out the drug zones
I got my paper out the man
Sellin' bud man my brother man
If you a North raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my niggaz and bitches
From M Town to
Pimp C, shit

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't gon' keep it triller than me
and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the
When it come down to the south you know I'm holdin' the key
I be in the rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the
If the is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and jaws is droppin'
out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get
I'm with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man invited

[Hook x2: Yo