Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party in the place to be
Party in the place to be
Party in the place to be
n gentlemen, he's 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
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, up and get intelligent
See that hardcore is irrelevant
Teachin, I'm on the streets and
I'm at a show I see my niggas is defeatin
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 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 generally speakin, I even know you
But I knew your kind, I wit the same mind
Saw the plan, ended at the same time

Party in the place 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
Buck got plenty extra greevin,
You know that I proceed

I can't wait to get rid of y'all crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, of the under, i'mma bring the light
To make ya come 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 cane field, must remain
Keep the steel
Bulletproofs the proof that the is real
Two to the belly, now the body feel ill
I will ya niggas right above the hill
And everybody got the skill, one
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya 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 worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, this
The vocalist, every time I told you
You me that you knew in that I owned you this
What owned you this? my be retaliate
Had to make an of niggas and demonstrate
How we don't fuck wit y'all
We might bring the for y'all, bust a round at ya
Police put the up in the jar, for the evidence
Kid, since I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, readin and heatin them
Put in the bottom for the enemy to plead son shot him
Got him 'cause he to be the talker and the big spender
Until he got hit, bump the
Now he's misdemeanor minded, caught up in some petty shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid