Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti speaking with
This ya boy Yo
Tunes Productions
We ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a party
Bun B, and this ya boy Yo Gotti

Yo Gotti]
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 gangsta niggaz for me
the crowd with me

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my
Down here in Memphis 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 candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know 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 play it
I'm like all these gon' get it man
One of hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' it man
No man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised 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 hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it than me
Myself and I Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grain and I sip lean
I'm all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the
If the trunk is popped show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
Eyes is wide and them is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is
People oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
wanna be with us and fellas they wanna 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 startin' to get
I'm ballin' with Yo and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]