Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys with me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my niggaz wild 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 princess cut in it
Back hangin' low because 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 that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get and don't know how to act
I got the roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that 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 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 Gotti it
I'm like all these gon' get it man
One of hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my out the drug zones
I got my paper out the man
Sellin' bud man with my 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 bitch hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street 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 nobody gon' keep it triller 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 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 women damn 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 jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, ice man the show 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 don't try to it, got dro and we fixin' light it
back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]