Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti speaking ad-libs]
ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on 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 rock with me
Come buy the bar me
pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
Throughout the with me

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold the princess cut rocks in it
pockets hangin' low because I got a glock 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 that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever niggaz wanna call me
me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight the track
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 that puss ya know it

[Hook x2: Yo

2: Yo Gotti]
I was 'caine just doin' my thang
here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner it's bodies droppin'
I just to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man just a band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it 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 raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my look like 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 keep it triller than 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 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 near older than me
screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' 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
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 havin' a gangsta party man invited

[Hook x2: Yo