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 up on this one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop 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, belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut in it
Back pockets hangin' low I got a glock in it
Straight out of Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to that 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 booth like a new bling
But I sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't how to act
I got the sack something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop puss like ya know it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my
Down here in Memphis 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, 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 partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit some game you how Gotti play it
I'm all these hoes 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 just a head band, Polo shirt and Birdmans
thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the zones
I got my paper out the 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 like a light
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch hit the flo' and get it low

[Hook x2: Yo

[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' keep it than me
and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip and I sip lean
I'm ball all out the biggest G's and spit 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 near older me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the
If the trunk is popped show in neon get it together
Cuz when I up at the valet man
is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the is stoppin'
People oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
wanna 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 startin' to get
I'm with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man invited

[Hook x2: Yo