Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti speaking with
ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Productions
We gon' ask everybody to up on this one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and ya boy Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D Boys with me
Come buy the bar me
pieces smile for me
And all my niggaz wild for me
Throughout the crowd me

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

[Hook x2: Yo

2: Yo Gotti]
I was movin' just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my gangsta partner it's 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 hoes get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the 'Mound to the to the north to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some
Still thugged out and it 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 love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need 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 the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn older than me
screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll in neon get it together
Cuz when I up at the valet man
is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the is stoppin'
start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they be us
We the G's and try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]