Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo speaking with ad-libs]
ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Productions
We ask everybody to stand up on this 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 Boys rock me
buy the bar with me
Dime pieces for me
And all my gangsta wild for me
Throughout the with me

1: Eightball]
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 hangin' low because I got a in it
out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
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 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 them flows that go so with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine pop that puss like ya know it

[Hook x2: Yo

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my
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 my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit some you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all hoes gon' get it man
One of hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no
I got my paper out the drug
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man my brother man
If you a Memphis raised 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 show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody 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 G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the
If the trunk is popped it'll in neon get it together
Cuz when I up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them is droppin'
Steppin' out the clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start me eyein' soon as they 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 back and that thang up on us we to get excited
I'm ballin' Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo