Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D rock with me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
the crowd with 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 with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low because I got a in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss ya know it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my
Down here in Memphis where we off the
Now, the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm in the club, we can get it poppin'
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 gon' get it man
One of these gon' get it man
the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my out the drug zones
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man with my man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy
You'd see why Gotti still the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

[Hook x2: Yo

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

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody keep 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 and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn 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
is wide 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 with us and they wanna be us
We the G's and try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo