Luyện nghe bài hát Party People

Guess
Jigga, ya
Timbaland, ya
Uh, Twista, ya C'mon c'mon
Uh uh, uh uh
G G, G gyeah, yo
G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah
Turn up, yo, yo, yeah

When the war's on, the pores are drawn like
The niggaz is all gone when triggers get witcha
Nigga long you need stitches in your long Johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,

Eight figures you fake twitchy niggaz can't that
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot
How you gon' stop that? We be slowed
throwed dawg, look at your clothes

When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows
Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, flow
Rhyme great, dominate radio

C'mon, get gun on, your mask and gloves
I don't ask for love, I 'em up
Respect my dude or your life's in danger dude
Doctors on your chest tryin' to bring you through

All my party people gon' do Gonna get buck
Get liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and gon' bump

All my party gon' do what? Get crunk
Get liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some shit
That's in yo' trunk

with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of I said to him
On a track star take it in the kitchen
MC's all niggaz taste like chicken

Hittin 'em high, in the ear
Slicin' on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a
You into a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog
I'm at the Rucker with a bad Rican chick

Fat as my cash and she a sucker, get up outcha car
You ain't goin' real far, see the
the law, like turnin' a dyke
When it come to that man just like Mike

I don't care what you like, make you run in outer space
If you go to court man, only wish you got a
For real, I'm fuckin' on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the

Timbaland good for that, I that
Hear the hi-hat, hear the on the track
Remember one in a million when I ya back
Producers sayin', "How you get your sound that?"
I don't know playa, I'm a cat
Got people dancin' to dis and dat
Got people sayin', "This a dope-ass track!"

All my party people do what? Get buck
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and West bump

All my party people gon' do what? Get
Get liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got gangsta shit
That's beatin' in yo'

Timbaland hit 'em the um
Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do
Stop frontin' you the new cut
Like a shoe ah, um ah, hit 'em in the gut
Twitchin' and to get up, I hit 'em up

With somethin' skanless to to and ride to
With the inside you, listen to while a freak lickin' you
Go on a mission to, somethin' that you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin' you on the porch or the park

Or pump it while you displayin' yo' heart when you on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from with the feds
And all the homies down for when they in the dark

Used to rock up at the block club, the players ridin' slick
You can let mind cruise for miles
They can't tell a sucker allowed, with a strap on the mic
I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the

All my party gon' do what? Get buck
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lighters lit up, them get up
With the East and West gon' bump

All my people gon' do what? Get crunk
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lit up, T got some gangsta shit
That's in yo' trunk

All my people gon' do what? Get buck
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, them get up
With somethin' the and West gon' bump

All my party people do what? Get crunk
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lighters lit up, T got gangsta shit
That's beatin' in yo'

Bounce wit me, wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake
Bounce wit me, wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, wit me, bounce wit me, yo, ahh

Remember when you first me?
I was workin' at Burger
Now take a good look me
Look at all these cars, look at all girls

Why you tryin' to put down me?
Why you tryin' to put down me?
You get 'round your friends and try to me
Why you always tryin' to pull that

I'm gettin' tired of all bullshit
talkin' dis and dat
Your girls screamin', "We him!"
See girls, love me

Girl just, only Tim
Yes, it's Tim
Whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only
Yeah whatchu talkin' that's only Tim? 'Cause

I it this far
it without yo' money
Made it yo' car
Made it yo' naggin'
Now who's the star

I it this far
Made it without yo'
it without yo' car
Made it without yo'
Now who's the star

Ya know I'm sayin'?
Why it gotta happen to like me, I don't get it
I don't it
That's why people like myself, only hang self
Ha ha ha, and else, easy now