Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

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

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

Party in the place to be
people in the place to be
Party in the place to be
Ladies n gentlemen, bdb
A.k.a. you host for the
By people, he believin in fake mc's
Buck got extra greevin, breathin
You that I shall proceed

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

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