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
n gentlemen, he's bdb
A.k.a. you host for the
By people, he believin in fake 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 speakin is irrelevant
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 shittin on me, I'm comin to blow you
When I do this, don't act it's a shock to you
If I you when you bow down, say true
Now you can say you knew you was fuckin wit the
But speakin, I didn't even know you
But I your kind, I dealt wit the same mind
Saw the same plan, ended at the time

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 people, he believin in fake mc's
Buck got extra greevin, breathin
You know that I shall

I wait to get rid of y'all captain crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, i'mma the light
To make ya come out of the closet
You might to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see the aim is
To burn down the cane field, must remain
Keep the steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the streets is
Two to the belly, now the body feel ill
I will take ya niggas right above the
And everybody got the skill, one
Two, three, four spliffs, and ya ball out
Everybody call out, it's the black, make 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 worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine
The vocalist, every time I told you
You told me you knew in that I owned you this
owned you this? my niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of and demonstrate
How we fuck around wit y'all
We might bring the 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 son shot him
Got him he want to be the talker and the big spender
Until he got hit, the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, caught up in some petty shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid