Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Party

[Intro:
Hey, yeah, uh
It's a party there, nah
a party over here, yeah
Fuck bullshit...

I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay to pipe ya
Cause they got me by the and I can't risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, out and friskin all
don't make me bloodclaat lick off
Me not the one you take off, see and
Don't be brave, me the safe and you'll be safe, see and
Cooperative... smart man
Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like that from the man
Custom truck, pop the trunk it's all wires
23-inch, all rims, no
motherfucker, Feds can't touch us
Got 'em all conceited, the way we 'em stuck up
Nigga, I +R&B+ niggaz Usher
That stand for & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya
My heart ain't pumpin, no
The way we run up on you niggaz your parents, and undress ya

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It matter what I go through
my, life
And when shit just, ain't, good
I'm a make it be, all

I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the (yup)
Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head holds a
Roll with the team, with the spinnin so it seems
Like I'm movin slow I speed
Stomach's so empty my chest
could be the great Batman but I stick niggaz up so I be the best +Robin+
I don't respect the D's, make 'em they sergeant
They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, like
I see your stones glistenin, don't mean nothin to me
I be at your home visitin and you ain't like my company
on your doormat and I'm not +Welcome+
I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em, I just sure niggaz felt 'em
niggaz gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don't steal
Long as he come up out his shit, at least I won't
May be bad but life all good
Long as niggaz got that thing out and e'ything's
all hood

I do my robberies a book of matches, I light shit
Might strike twice in one night, my fire is lit
If I don't got a gun I'm wirin - fuck it
I don't look at ice admirin and shit, I'm thinkin how to you up it
And is it worth it? Shit, my pockets is
And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke
I ask myself, is that
Shit, the way I feel right now I'll gold if I have to
I don't a fuck about this party so don't make me do it
Don't make me make this DJ lower goddamn music
Everybody runnin to they car you slumped over the bar
Look at everybody, havin a time, don't make me go that far
I got a nigga on each with a good reach on ya
And I don't got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' on ya
My clique keep the fumes like ammonia
Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the street