Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party people in the to be
Party in the place to be
Party people in the 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 at the party on the wall
shorty 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, I'm on the streets 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
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 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
people in the place to be
Ladies n gentlemen, bdb
A.k.a. you for the evening
By your people, he believin in mc's
Buck got plenty greevin, breathin
You know that I proceed

I can't wait to get rid of y'all captain crunch on the mic
One hit wonders, of the under, i'mma bring 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 field, must remain real
Keep the steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the is real
Two shots to the belly, now the body ill
I will take ya niggas right above the
And got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, four spliffs, and ya ball out
Everybody call out, it's the black, that make you lay in the cut
And ask "what the is that? " nigga chill, relax

I bomb first, no time for you to rehearse
you hear 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 you knew in that I owned you this
What owned you this? my be retaliate
Had to make an example of and demonstrate
How we don't fuck around wit
We might the pound for y'all, bust a round at ya
Police put the shell up in the jar, for the
Kid, since I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, readin them and them
Put them in the for the enemy to plead son shot him
Got him 'cause he want to be the talker and the big
Until he got hit, bump the
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always up in some petty shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid