Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO!
DMX
Y'all gon' make me my mind
up in HERE, up in
gon' make me go all out
up in here, up in
gon' make me act a FOOL
up in HERE, up in
Y'all gon' me lose my cool
up in here, up in

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards it's gonna be quick, aight
All your mens up in the jail before, my dick
and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb
How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with bum shit? Aight
go the gun click, nine one one shit
All over some dumb shit, ain't that shit
Y'all niggaz me of a strip club, cause everytime
you around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked
And I don't know who the fuck you think you to
but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch you do
Or you gon' find yourself, buried to someone else
and we all thought you loved
But that couldn't have been the issue, or
they just sayin that, now they miss you
Shit a nigga tried to you
That's why you on your back, lookin at the roof of the church
tellin the truth and it hurts


Off the chain I leave niggaz in the brain
cause niggaz want the fame, off the name
First of all, you rapped long enough
to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my and the mic?
niggaz is characters, not even good actors
What's gon' be the Hmm, let's add up all the factors
You wack, twisted, your girl's a hoe
You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody
old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?
I love my mother, I never let her go"
I'm tired of weak ass whinin over puss
that don't belong to them, is wrong with them?
They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and
who get it on on the strength of the with them, MAN


I bring down rains so heavy it the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt
You keep walin - lest you to end up red
Cause if I end up fed, end up dead
Cause youse a soft type
Fake up North type
Puss like a white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than
We done through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The the order, the more guns we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody out, don't nobody run out
Sun in to sun out, keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is to be missin
You who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin
wishin your soul's at rest
but it's hard to with the size of the hole in your chest


up! ERRRRRRRR!
One.. two.. meet me
meet me outside, meet me
All my Ruff Ry-DERS meet me outside
meet me outside, meet me
All my big ball-ERS gon' me outside
meet me outside, me outside
All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me
me outside, meet me outside
All my street peoples meet me outside
me outside, outside motherfucker
X is got y'all again
Bouncin again, again
Dark Man X got ya again
again, bounce-bouncin again
Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin (Swizz Beatz)
Ruff Ryders got y'all again (DMX)
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
Man keep you bouncin again
Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin
All my streets they again
Bouncin again, we're again
Swizz Beatz we bouncin again
Bouncin again and we bouncin
Double R keep it comin, ain't y'all
Ain't nuttin can do, now.. {*BOOM*}