Luyện nghe bài hát House Party

The music gets into my party
Now I'm just ready to go before the party start
Girl I'm not gon' your party heart
Girl I'm just letting you because we bout to party hard
I hope you to go

[Verse 1:
Outside Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the
all day, waiting for the night
I'm on the tree, she on ketel 1 and
Told her take it cause later on gon' be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, and the stripes
Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it's a all around us

Me and LeBron got the same
Me and Dwyane on the same
Me and Wiz burn the piff
Me and Stalley the same pick
Me and Meek bone the chicks
Me and rock the same kicks
Contract like I for the Knicks
My look like I'm still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a floor

Baby keep it raw, you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party in exclusive couture
Starting at toes and I'm travelling north
south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, a G for it
The G5 ready for a

[Verse 3: 2
You know I like to party hard, hard,
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard,
it to my dogs, now it's far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron Ar-test
Niggas that they 'bout it but I'm 'bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she Decatur
Got a brother the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake I was 24
Bought for the car off of (?)
Niggas round the city, they have exposed
If you really getting money it's really dough
I'm on the phone with a bitch that say she smoke
Click on the other line, bitch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this