Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys rock me
Come buy the bar me
Dime pieces for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
the crowd with me

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just my thang
Down in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, the top on my sixty-seven class 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, claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just to party, get at shorty head
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 to the west to the north to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
Still out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the zones
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my man
If you a Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why 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 Pimp C,

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it
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 with the biggest G's and spit and throw the
When it down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the in the leather
If the trunk is popped show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is
out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me 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 with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo