Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

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 for the evening
By your people, he believin in mc's

A lot of y'all, think you it all
Want me to fall, but y'all the same niggas at the party on the
Askin shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no
She fuckin wit buck, I'm on the move, you
Stupid, up and get intelligent
See that speakin is irrelevant
Teachin, when I'm on the and
When I'm at a 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
I do this, don't act like it's a shock to you
If I shock you 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 kind, I dealt wit the same mind
Saw the same plan, ended at the time

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 fake
Buck got plenty greevin, breathin
You that I shall proceed

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

I bomb first, leavin no time for you to
you hear the gunshots, nigga disperse
Shit worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, time I told you this
You told me that you 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 around wit
We might bring the pound for y'all, bust a 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 bottom for the enemy to plead son him
Got him 'cause he want to be the 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