Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Party Out

Intro:

Yeah, tha
Ay j, I got a
They the loot pack
And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh
My man jack is about to get fresh

Verse one: loot

Check the here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper
Tha alkaholik in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash the cracker jacker
A true packer
Gettin when I smile toastin to the funk
All put your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The pictionary, man with my backpack, carey
Mariah took her back, and show her how I pack,
Kick lyrics on originally outtrack in fact
call me moody, I simply knocks the booty
Pull up my hoody, and then I bust a sam

Verse tash

on my woody 'cause I likes to get the loosest
I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce
A colt .45 'cause I gotsta the likwit
Tash from the group that the bitches get with
I kick it from the east all the way to the
Yes stay away from booze that the hair on your chest
And that's a little piece of advice for the
I more flavor than your teacher got dittoes
I keep it up to or take it back like the twist
E-swift is out of town so the pack the disc
So, your ass home, good night, the party's over
If your ass is drunk, ride home with someone

Yeah... tha alkaholiks, ah yeah, the loot
(the over, it's all over) nineteen ninety-three
And this is how we it

Verse three: pack, j-ro

I'ma wreck the neck conducting like randy wrecker
The licka mega-hot mega-mike checka
me diesel to the easel, the weasel, the wacky
The packy, the rikki, tikki, the
One for the trouble, two for the
I get snaps and spit raps on the double
On and on to the I wreck shop
Scoop a rumplestil-skin then I'm out, the with the clout
Be so dead on the loopa, the super-duper wrecka mic
I roll like an old trooper
I to play football, now I'm into rockin
My rhyme is the tailback, the track is the
My name is j-ro and I've waitin for ages
To let the world what I've been writin on the pages
I don't smoke sess rough on the west
Ok, I confess, I on the stress
I rip it when I it, when I mic check it
Brothers the flav, check the alkaholik record
While I flip styles, and rip styles, and hit
And hit piles for miles of styles, I pile
The flavor flippin funk, diesel be the packer
A trooper loop, scoop you like a hula-hoop and ya
you stutter, I ribbedyribbedyribbedyrip styles, I'm comin
The loot pack, tha alkaholiks niggaz runnin

Runnin, yeah, do that shit,
Turn the party out, yeah
the party out, c'mon c'mon

Verse e-swift

You think that you can fade this, you must be out to
call me e-swift, I'm from tha alkaholik bunch
I downed a brew, now check out one two
the liks baby rockin with the loot pack crew
Funky like con-funk-shun, more style stylistics
I got mo' beats magic's got assists so
up off me, or get snatched by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat bitch
I'm in the house so the way I flow
say I'm fat, everyday I say I know
But my head ain't swoll, I stay to earth
gangbang, never claim the turf
But I drink a gang of forties, ain't nuttin with that
Unless you go buckwild and start bustin off gat
*bang, bang*

Ay nigga fuck the party's over man!
Everybody get they shit get the out