Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Party Out

Intro:

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

Verse loot pack

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

Verse tash

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

Yeah... tha alkaholiks, ah yeah, the pack
(the party's over, it's all over) nineteen
And this is how we it

Verse loot pack, j-ro

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

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

four: e-swift

You think that you can fade this, you be out to lunch
They me e-swift, I'm from tha alkaholik bunch
I just a brew, now check out one two
It's the liks baby with the loot pack crew
like con-funk-shun, more style than stylistics
I got mo' than magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat holler
I'm in the house so check the way I
say I'm fat, everyday I say I know
But my ain't swoll, I stay down to earth
Never gangbang, never the turf
But I drink a gang of forties, ain't wrong with that
you go buckwild and start bustin off your gat
*bang, bang

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