Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go 'head and for me
D Boys with me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
Throughout the crowd me

[Verse 1:
for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the cut rocks in it
Back hangin' low because I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for niggaz 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 niggaz wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new
But I sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that like ya know it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin'
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies
I just come to party, get at head
Do my thang, some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of these hoes get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no
I got my paper out the zones
I got my paper out the man
Sellin' bud man with my 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 a light 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
Free C, shit

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we keepin' it
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't nobody keep 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 the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy on women damn near older than me
screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz I pull 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 eyein' 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 ballin' with Yo and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]