Luyện nghe bài hát Party People

Guess
Jigga, ya
Timbaland, ya
Uh, Twista, ya heard? c'mon
Uh uh, uh uh
G G, G gyeah, yo
G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah
Turn this up, yo, yo,

When the on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these triggers get
before long you need stitches in your long Johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,

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

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

C'mon, get your gun on, mask and gloves
I ask for love, I blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude or your in danger dude
Doctors pushin' on your tryin' to bring you through

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

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

Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a
on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef it in the kitchen
Cookin' all niggaz taste like chicken

'em high, right in the ear
Slicin' on 'em muh'fucker style, I'm a bloodsucker
You turnin' into a mad ducker, ya dog
I'm at the with a bad Puerto Rican chick

Fat as my and she a dick sucker, get up outcha car
You ain't goin' far, see the chainsaw?
Breakin' the law, like turnin' a
When it come to that man that just like

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

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

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

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

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

somethin' skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you, listen to a freak lickin' you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin' that you crip-walk in the to
Somethin' you bump on the or the park

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

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

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

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

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

All my people gon' do what? Get crunk
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some gangsta
beatin' in yo' trunk

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

when you first found me?
I was at Burger King
Now take a good around me
Look at all these cars, at all these girls

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

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

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

I made it far
it without yo' money
Made it yo' car
it without yo' naggin'
Now look who's the

I made it far
Made it without yo'
Made it yo' car
Made it yo' naggin'
Now look who's the

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