Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party people in the to be
people in the place to be
Party people in the to be
n gentlemen, he's bdb
A.k.a. you for the evening
By people, he believin in fake 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 shorty to dance, do she groove, no chance
She fuckin wit buck, I'm on the move, you
Stupid, up and get intelligent
See that hardcore speakin is
Teachin, I'm on the streets and
When I'm at a show I see my is defeatin
The purpose, no longer am I
I told you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to you
When I do this, don't act like 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 generally speakin, I didn't even you
But I knew your kind, I dealt wit the mind
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 host for the
By your people, he in fake mc's
Buck got extra greevin, breathin
You that I shall proceed

I can't wait to get rid of captain 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 have to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see the aim is
To burn down the cane field, remain real
Keep the steel
Bulletproofs the that the streets is real
Two shots to the belly, now the body ill
I will take ya niggas right the hill
And got the skill, one spliff
Two, three, spliffs, and make ya ball out
Everybody call out, it's the black, make you lay back in the cut
And ask "what the fuck is that? " 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, time I told you this
You told me you knew in that I owned you this
What you this? my niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of niggas and
How we don't around 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, 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 'cause he want to be the and the big spender
Until he got hit, bump the
Now misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid