Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti 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, Eightball and ya boy Yo Gotti

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D Boys with me
Come buy the bar me
Dime pieces for me
And all my gangsta wild for me
the crowd with me

[Verse 1:
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no
Car clean, full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke swing 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 like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the
get freaky niggaz get crunk 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

[Hook x2: Yo

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just my thang
Down here in where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these gon' get it man
One of these gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my out the drug zones
I got my paper out the man
Sellin' bud man 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 like a show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' it triller than me
and I that's 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 spit and throw the
it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' 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 popped show in neon get it together
Cuz I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
start 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
back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo