Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party in the place to be
Party people in the to be
Party people in the to be
n gentlemen, he's bdb
A.k.a. you host for the
By your people, he believin in fake

A lot of y'all, think you it all
Want me to fall, but y'all the niggas at the party on the wall
Askin shorty to dance, do she groove, no chance
She wit buck, I'm on the move, you understand
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 you, you shittin on me, I'm comin back to blow 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 knew you was wit the general
But generally speakin, I even know you
But I knew kind, I dealt wit the same mind
Saw the same plan, ended at the same

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 in fake mc's
Buck got plenty greevin, breathin
You know that I 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 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, must real
Keep the stainless
Bulletproofs the proof the streets is real
Two to the belly, now the body feel ill
I take ya niggas right above 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 is that? " nigga chill, relax

I first, leavin no time for you to rehearse
When you hear the gunshots, disperse
Shit worse if you persist, and tryin to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every time I told you
You told me that you knew in 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 bring 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, readin them and them
Put them in the bottom for the enemy to plead son him
Got him he want to be the talker and the big spender
Until he got hit, the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some petty
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid