Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti with ad-libs]
ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes
We ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo

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

[Verse 1:
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' ain't no thing
Car clean, full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low 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 y'all 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 go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that and po' it
Ya bitches pop that puss like ya know it

[Hook x2: Yo

[Verse 2: Yo
I was 'caine just doin' my thang
here 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, they claim grip grain but I know ain't
I'm in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner it's bodies droppin'
I come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my out the drug zones
I got my out the gutter man
bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis during my D Boy days
You'd see why still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street niggaz and
From M Town to
Free Pimp C,

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' it triller than me
Myself and I Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older me
Them six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in get it together
Cuz I pull up at the valet 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 wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we light it
Laid and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we havin' a party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo