Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party people in the to be
Party people in the to be
people in the place to be
Ladies n gentlemen, bdb
A.k.a. you host for the
By your people, he believin in mc's

A lot of y'all, you know it all
Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the on the wall
Askin to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance
She wit buck, I'm on the move, you understand
Stupid, wise up and get
See that hardcore speakin is
Teachin, when I'm on the and
When I'm at a show I see my niggas is
The purpose, no am I nervous
I told you, you on me, I'm comin back to blow you
When I do this, don't act like it's a to you
If I you when you bow down, say true
Now you can say you you was fuckin wit the general
But speakin, I didn't even know you
But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the same
Saw the same plan, ended at the same

Party in the place to be
Party people in the to be
Party in the place to be
n gentlemen, he's bdb
A.k.a. you for the evening
By your people, he believin in mc's
Buck got plenty extra greevin,
You know that I shall

I can't wait to get rid of y'all captain crunch on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, i'mma the light
To make ya niggas come out of the
You might have to see me in the party, it
I set the flame, see the aim is
To burn down the cane field, must real
Keep the steel
Bulletproofs the that the streets is real
Two shots to the belly, now the feel ill
I will ya niggas right above the hill
And got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya out
Everybody call out, the black, that make you lay back in the cut
And ask "what the fuck is that? " nigga chill,

I bomb first, leavin no time for you to
When you the gunshots, nigga disperse
Shit gets worse if you persist, and to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every I told you this
You told me that you knew in I owned you this
owned you this? my niggas be retaliate
Had to make an of niggas and demonstrate
How we fuck around wit y'all
We bring the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya
put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence
Kid, ever I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, them and heatin them
Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son him
Got him 'cause he want to be the talker and the big
Until he got hit, the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid