Luyện nghe bài hát Party To Damascus

Me and Clef on track what you want
Heard you wanna battle us both I hope you
Hand me my mic, two in my trunk (huh)
like gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-gonk-ga-ga-ga-gonk
I that Dom Perignon (oh)
I drink that shot of Petron to me on (uh)
I got that red eye bomb, get you (yeah)
I got them gunshots, head knock my bed stop

Hey, I'm from a place called New Jersey, they it the New Jersey land
I'm only here for one night girl, I'm on the plane
But I love the way you move girl and do that belly
So let's play you're my teacher and won't you give me my lesson

I teach you what you (oh yeah)
The you need to know (oh yeah)
in and shut the door (yeah)
Lets get this goin (uh huh)
Baby let me show you, how you can a girl needs

In the mornin, in the
In the nighttime, gotta it
a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin language
Bo, Habibbi,
It's official raise glasses
this party gonna go to Damascus

Yeah, she said her dad's in the Army and the number one sniper
And if he ever found out, he'd have me swimmin with the fishes in the
Now I'ma say somethin crazy girl, I you
I know we meetin for the first time in the club, but this feels a deja vu

I you what you want (oh yeah)
The things you to know (oh yeah)
Come in and the door (yeah)
Lets get party goin (uh huh)
let me show you, how you can satisfy a girl needs

In the mornin, in the
In the nighttime, gotta it
a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin language
Bo, Habibbi,
It's official your glasses
this party gonna go to Damascus

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, gotta it
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, have it

W-Y to the
Boy I keep it realer than the titties on my (yeah)
"Milk your body good," come on take a sip
Like, it taste good it
You's a fine dreadlock, on get
How many times crushed the very best?
How many bombs on my summer, Flex? (uh)
As many times as Reilly said "yep, yep"
Did you get it?
I stays on your mind like a (uh)
Like diddy you walk for cheesecakes to the city? (woo)
Rough chick, jeans, ain't nothin pretty (uh)
Me and steppin to the mic to get busy (c'mon)

In the mornin, in the
In the nighttime, gotta it
a feelin I can't fight it
You got me speakin language
Bo, Habibbi,
It's official raise your
Cause this party go to Damascus