Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

[Yo Gotti speaking with
This ya boy Yo
Street Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on one
D Boys, a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and ya boy Yo Gotti

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys rock me
buy the bar with me
Dime pieces for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
Throughout the with me

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't
flip 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 I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggaz get and don't know how to act
I got the sack something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just doin' my
Down in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my class then I'm switchin' lanes
I served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll paint, blowin' 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 come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti it
I'm like all 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 man just a head band, Polo 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 Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the
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
M Town 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 gon' 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 with the biggest G's and spit and throw the
When it come down to the south you that I'm holdin' the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on damn near older than me
Them screens six or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is
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 try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we havin' a party man everyone's invited

[Hook x2: Yo