Luyện nghe bài hát Ladies N Gentlemen

Party people in the to be
Party people in the to be
Party people in the 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 at the party on the wall
shorty to dance, do she wanna groove, no chance
She fuckin wit buck, I'm on the move, you
Stupid, wise up and get
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 longer am I
I told you, you shittin on me, I'm back to blow you
When I do this, don't act like it's a 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 didn't even 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 people in the to be
Ladies n gentlemen, bdb
A.k.a. you host for the
By your people, he in fake mc's
got plenty extra greevin, breathin
You know that I shall

I can't wait to get rid of captain crunch niggas on the mic
One hit wonders, scared of the under, i'mma bring the
To make ya niggas come out of the
You might to see me in the party, watch it
I set the flame, see the aim is
To burn down the field, must remain real
Keep the stainless
Bulletproofs the that 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, 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? " nigga chill,

I bomb first, leavin no for you to rehearse
When you the gunshots, nigga disperse
Shit gets worse if you persist, and to diss, son, imagine this
The vocalist, every time I told you
You told me that you in that I owned you this
What owned you my niggas be retaliate
Had to make an example of and demonstrate
How we don't fuck around wit
We might bring the pound for y'all, a round at ya
put the shell up in the jar, for the evidence
Kid, since I was fifteen, I was liftin
Big clips and magazines, them 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, the fender
Now he's misdemeanor minded, always caught up in some shit
Til he got wit bd, now he ready, kid