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 host for the
By people, he believin in fake mc's

A lot of y'all, think you it all
Want me to fall, but y'all the niggas 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, up and get intelligent
See that hardcore speakin is
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 back to you
When I do this, act like it's a shock to you
If I shock you when you bow down, say
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 same

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 for the evening
By your people, he believin in mc's
got plenty extra greevin, breathin
You know that I proceed

I can't to get rid of y'all captain crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, bring the light
To make ya niggas out of the closet
You have to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see the aim is
To down the cane field, must remain real
Keep the stainless
the proof that the streets is real
Two to the belly, now the body feel ill
I will take ya right above the hill
And everybody got the skill, one
Two, three, four spliffs, and make ya out
call out, it's the black, that make you lay back in the cut
And ask "what the fuck is that? " nigga chill,

I bomb first, no time for you to rehearse
When you hear the gunshots, nigga
gets worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every time I told you
You me that you knew in that I owned you this
owned you this? my niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of niggas and
How we fuck around wit y'all
We might the pound 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 to plead son shot him
Got him 'cause he want to be the and the big spender
Until he got hit, the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid