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 ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a 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 wild for me
Throughout the crowd me

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the
Now, the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
candy 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 violate my gangsta partner then it's droppin'
I come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of these gon' 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, Polo and some Birdmans
Still out and it ain't no secret
I got my out the drug zones
I got my paper out the man
bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy
You'd see why Gotti still love the
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 keepin' it
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 that I'm the key
I be in the rollin' on women damn near older than me
Them screens six or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the 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 try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid 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 party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]