Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Party

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

I ain't no Peter Piper, but pay Peter to pipe ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I risk it all
Up in the spot, biscuit out and friskin all
Rudebwoy don't make me lick off
Me not the one you take off, see and
be brave, show me the safe and you'll be safe, see and
Cooperative... shit man
blaow! Shoulda been like that from the start man
Custom made truck, pop the it's 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
That stand for 'Rob & niggaz once the R rush ya
My ain't pumpin, no pressure
The way we run up on you niggaz like parents, and undress ya

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It matter what I go through
Double-R's my,
And shit just, ain't, lookin good
I'm a make it be, all

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

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 wirin - 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 is hurtin
And the way I can sooth the pain is duke chain
I ask myself, is that
Shit, the way I feel right now take gold if I have to
I give a fuck about this party so don't make me do it
Don't me make this DJ lower this goddamn music
Everybody runnin to they car you slumped over the bar
Look at everybody, havin a good time, don't me go that far
I got a nigga on each corner with a reach on ya
And I don't got the on me, so one move and they gon' leap on ya
My clique keep the fumes like ammonia
Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the owners