Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D rock with me
buy the bar with me
Dime pieces for me
And all my niggaz wild for me
Throughout the with me

[Verse 1:
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly
Niggaz who be flippin' work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold 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 don't
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new
But I don't sing I bust them that go so tight with the track
Bitches get niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss ya know it

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

[Hook x2: Yo

[Yo
This for all my street niggaz and
From M Town to
Free C, shit

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it
Ain't no to ask if you see
nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and the sixteen
When it down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy on women damn near older than me
screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
Eyes is wide and jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me 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 fixin' it
Laid back and thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we havin' a party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo