Luyện nghe bài hát House Party

It's like y'all, it's like that y'all
It's like this y'all, it's that y'all
It's like this y'all, like that y'all

This is the for the barbaric an' the cats with skills
Underground with the hoodie, fuck keepin' it
While you was pissin' in your bed, we was a mill'
Got up with Sermon, dropped 'You Gots 2 Chill'

Then niggaz bugged, turned B boy, slash thug
Givin' fake love, fake hugs, to fake thugs
With fake mugs, runnin' they with the place bugged
An' caught a an' no one see nothin' but mask an' gloves

Ayyo, likewise, I come in with no disguise
Ruthless, it's me, transformed, I'm
Past the point of the joint
I'm blowin' the spot, wreckin' the with my team

NFL, for life', so feel that
I see a few clowns, so the steel at?
Me an' my are ready, aim that an' hold it steady
For those who dream, believe, I'm

Now yo, if you got more dollars in pocket
Put a peace sign in the air if you the South Bronx
An' let me you say, "Hell yeah", hell yeah
Say, "Hell yeah", yeah

Ayyo, I grab the mic an' strike, an' ignite
Off the head, reminiscin' about some shit last
No dough in the pocket but that alright
An' these always stress me, so I keep my shit tight

Who am I? The cat to put that ass on
your sister, then chill with you, then tell her man,"Hi"
Then start stalkin', three point shot Hershey Hawkins
Takin' it back to the like Johnny Dawkins

Yo, I come through camouflaged with the entourage
Lookin' ghetto superstars
EPMD's the name, there's no
I rob you for all you got an' takin'

The blah blah buck off a wild Jamaican
Earthquakin' an' dominatin' the
Yes, on the scene, the duo,
Lettin' off, causin' ruckus in five

Yo, this shout out to Brownsville
You what I'm sayin? On [Incomprehensible] Avenue
Newport Garden
EPMD, you know what I'm

To the Brentwood Posse, just say
"Make money, money, money, money, money"
money, money, make money, money, money
Everybody say, "Make money, money, money, money, money"
money, money, make money, money, money

Yo, who grabs the mic an' spit flows you swing low?
I'm off the endo, but straight up, you gets no wins though
I like to ill, pop corks an' watch the Mo'
dollar bills dippin' po nine while my niggaz chill

Yo, yo, yo, P chill, chill,
Niggaz is in fightin' B
Yo, lounge out man, goddamn, is always fuckin' up shit
Just put some shit on can dance to then