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 Tunes
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and ya boy Yo Gotti

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

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the 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 flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all wanna call me
me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
get freaky niggaz 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

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just my thang
Down in Memphis 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 inches cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my gangsta then it's bodies droppin'
I come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the 'Mound to the to the north to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my paper out the drug
I got my paper out the man
bud man with my brother man
If you a Memphis raised 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 light
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it 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 that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the
If the trunk is popped it'll show in get it together
Cuz when I up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is
People start oohin' me soon as they see us
Women be with us and fellas they wanna 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 to get excited
I'm ballin' Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's

x2: Yo Gotti]