Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D Boys with me
buy the bar with me
Dime pieces 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 of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a in it
out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball y'all niggaz wanna 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 them that go so tight with the track
Bitches get 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 like ya it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' just doin' my thang
Down here in where we off the chain
Now, the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at head
Do my thang, spit some game you how Gotti play it
I'm like all hoes gon' get it man
One of these gon' 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
thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my 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 mouth look like a light
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it
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 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 inches or better, the stitches in the
If the is popped it'll 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 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 fixin' it
Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get
I'm with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]