Luyện nghe bài hát Come And Party With Me

[Chorus: LL J]
We can up in the club, we can pop a little bub
We can up in the VIP
You can show a nigga love, you can give me back
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, come and party me (hey)
Yeah, baby, and party with me (hey)

[Hook: LL J (girl)]
One-two, and it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and pump it up, and (ah back it up)
One-two, and it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
One-two, and it up

[LL J]
They say what happens in Vegas, in Vegas
If ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas
I know what you up to, your skirt's
But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your is
We can in my drop-head and pop the throttle
our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow
Kool-Aid smile on your face, a bottle
Like you had an and you hit the lotto
ya hands in the sky, why, am I
So, fly, can't deny
My shit's tight, gear, sit
Ear, big ice, j-yeah, right
Lights are flashing, life with passion
And if this was a movie, you would be casting
You killing me slowly, baby, you're an assassin
And you that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking

[Fat
Now you can get with this or you can get that
You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with
The a 26 and the motor's in the back
I call it Big Meats cuz the is all black
Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster,
I'm a dream, you suppose to pay me
I was dope in the airness, now I stick
I stay fly, you a G four on smack, now listen
Don't you wanna with me?
Where the kush is blowing and the E is
And the world is yours, it say it right on the
And yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey
nigga, gun in the palm, nigga
Pop off, it's on, nigga
Not tonight, I wanna hear my
And let Flex drops bombs the shit come on, let's get it

[Sheek
Ok, Flex let Sheek on his Cool J
Levi's, chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
Two-seater, little reefer, the old fever
Showing her hip hop is
Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting sex
This early, when it get to Flex
Toxic heavy, all Chevy
got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's
I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit
More goons, chicks, when it's time to score
I'm straight out the door, boned a raw
Swimming pool of it, big as Shakur
V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar
Partying, no shirts, tats over the
Ice in the sharper, here, ma, I mean