Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Party

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

I ain't no Peter Piper, but I'll pay Peter to ya
they got me by the balls; 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 wan' off, see and
Don't be brave, me the safe and you'll be safe, see and
Cooperative... shit man
Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like that from the man
Custom made truck, pop the trunk all wires
23-inch, all rims, no
Gritty motherfucker, Feds can't us
Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em up
Nigga, I +R&B+ niggaz like
stand for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya
My heart pumpin, no pressure
The way we run up on you niggaz like parents, and undress ya

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It don't what I go through
Double-R's my,
And when just, ain't, lookin good
I'm a it be, all right

I'm only out for the cream, y'all wanna know the (yup)
Here's a tip, the tip of my gun head a beam
Roll with the team, with the spinnin rims so it
Like I'm slow when I speed
Stomach's so empty my chest
Y'all could be the Batman but I stick niggaz up so I be the best +Robin+
I respect the D's, make 'em call they sergeant
They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, like
I see your stones glistenin, that don't mean to me
I be at your home visitin and you ain't gon' like my
on your doormat and I'm not +Welcome+
I buy but I don't sell 'em, I just make sure niggaz felt 'em
Certain niggaz gotta '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 ain't all good
Long as niggaz got that thing out and understood
It's all

I do my like a book of matches, I light shit
strike twice in one night, 'til my fire is lit
If I don't got a gun I'm shit - fuck it
I don't look at ice and shit, I'm thinkin how to make 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 platinum?
Shit, the way I feel right now I'll gold if I have to
I give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it
make me make this DJ lower this goddamn music
Everybody runnin to car cause you slumped over the bar
Look at everybody, havin a time, don't make me go that far
I got a nigga on each corner with a reach on ya
And I got the heat on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya
My clique the fumes strong like ammonia
Cause we go hard, the squad, the street owners