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 fresh y'all, crazy fresh
My man jack is about to get y'all

Verse one: loot

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

Verse tash

Bitches on my woody 'cause I to get the loosest
I eat niggaz up and wash em down deuce gooses
A colt .45 'cause I gotsta rush the
Tash from the group that the wanna get with
I kick it from the all the way to the west
Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your
And a little piece of advice for the kiddos
I bust flavor than your teacher got dittoes
I keep it up to date or take it like the twist
is out of town so the pack load 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 pack
(the party's over, it's all over) ninety-three
And this is how we it

Verse three: loot pack,

wreck the neck conducting props like randy wrecker
The mecca licka mega-hot checka
Call me to the easel, the weasel, the wacky
The packy, the rikki, tikki, the
One for the trouble, two for the
I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the
On and on to the beat I wreck
Scoop a then I'm out, the brother with the clout
Be so dead on the loopa, the super-duper wrecka mic
I roll like an old trooper
I used to football, now I'm into rockin
My is the tailback, the track is the blockin
My name is j-ro and I've been waitin for
To let the world know I've been writin on the pages
I don't smoke sess it's on the west
Ok, I confess, I on the stress
I rip it I wreck it, when I mic check it
Brothers the flav, check the alkaholik record
I flip styles, and rip styles, and hit styles
And hit for miles of styles, I still pile
The flavor flippin funk, bringin diesel be the
A trooper loop, scoop you a hula-hoop and smack ya
Like you stutter, I styles, I'm comin
The loot pack, tha keepin niggaz runnin

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

Verse e-swift

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

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