Luyện nghe bài hát It's a Party

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

I ain't no Piper, but I'll pay Peter to pipe ya
Cause they got me by the balls; and I risk it all
Up in the Jamaican spot, biscuit out and all
Rudebwoy don't make me 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... shit man
Blaow blaow! Shoulda been like from the start man
Custom made truck, pop the it's all wires
23-inch, all rims, no
motherfucker, Feds can't touch us
Got 'em all conceited, the way we leave 'em up
Nigga, I niggaz like Usher
That for 'Rob & Bang' niggaz once the R rush ya
My ain't pumpin, no pressure
The way we run up on you like your parents, and undress ya

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It don't what I go through
my, life
And when just, ain't, lookin 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 a beam
Roll with the team, with the rims so it seems
I'm movin slow when I speed
Stomach's so my chest starvin
Y'all could be the great Batman but I stick up so I be the best +Robin+
I don't the D's, make 'em call they sergeant
They call me Margarine; slide out the gutter, butter
I see stones glistenin, that don't 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 make sure niggaz felt 'em
Certain gotta feel 'em (yeah) at least I don't steal
Long as he come up out his shit, at least I peel
May be bad but life all good
Long as niggaz got that thing out and e'ything's
all hood

I do my robberies like a book of matches, I shit
Might strike twice in one night, 'til my is lit
If I don't got a gun I'm wirin - fuck it
I look at ice admirin 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 chain
I ask myself, is platinum?
Shit, the way I right now I'll take gold if I have to
I don't give a fuck about this party so make me do it
Don't me make this DJ lower this goddamn music
Everybody runnin to they car cause you over the bar
at everybody, havin a good time, don't make me go that far
I got a on each corner with a good reach on ya
And I don't got the heat on me, so one and they gon' leap on ya
My clique keep the fumes like ammonia
Cause we go hard, Double-R's the squad, the owners