Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys with me
Come buy the bar 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 belly
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no
Car clean, mouth full of with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for niggaz don't know
Come flip a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz 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 flows that 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 'gnac and po' it
Ya bitches pop that puss like 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 sixty-seven class then I'm lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my
Roll paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit some game you how Gotti play it
I'm like all hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my paper out the zones
I got my paper out the man
bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch hit the flo' and get it low

[Hook x2: Yo

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't gon' 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 all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy on women damn near older than me
Them screens six or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped show in neon get it together
Cuz I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and jaws is droppin'
out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be us and fellas they wanna 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 ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]