Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

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

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' just doin' 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 don't my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' dank, they claim grip 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, spit game you know how Gotti play it
I'm all these hoes gon' get it man
One of hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the to the south
Yo Gotti represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some Birdmans
Still out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the zones
I got my paper out the man
bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis during my D Boy days
You'd see why still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her just hit the flo' and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street niggaz and
M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C,

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
no need 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 all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the you know that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older me
Them screens six 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 them is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' soon as see us
wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we a gangsta party man everyone's invited

x2: Yo Gotti]