Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti with ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo
Street Tunes
We gon' ask everybody to up on this one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D rock with me
Come buy the bar me
pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta wild for me
the crowd with me

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

[Hook x2: Yo

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street and bitches
From M Town to
Free 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 grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on damn near older than me
screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it
Cuz I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we light it
Laid and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]