Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys with me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my niggaz wild for me
Throughout the with me

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth of gold with the princess 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, whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me
me for a hot sixteen 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 niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack 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' 'caine doin' my thang
Down in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my class then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches cloud my screen
candy 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 gangsta partner then bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit some 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 Gotti gon' it man
No fitted man just a head band, shirt and some 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 my brother man
If you a North raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti love 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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street niggaz and
From M Town to
Pimp 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
and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and the sixteen
When it come to the south 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 popped it'll show in get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the man
is wide and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'
People start oohin' me eyein' as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' it
Laid back and that up on us we startin' to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man invited

[Hook x2: Yo