Luyện nghe bài hát DMX- "Party Up"

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

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


Off the chain I leave soft in the brain
cause still want the fame, off the name
of all, you ain't rapped long enough
to be fuckin me and you, you ain't strong enough
So whatever it is you puffin on that got you that you Superman
I got the Kryptonite, should I him with my dick 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, you're twisted, your a hoe
broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know
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 niggaz like my mans and them
who get it on on the strength of the hands them, MAN


I bring down so heavy it curse the head
No more talkin - put him in the dirt
You keep - lest you tryin to end up red
if I end up fed, y'all end up dead
Cause youse a soft type
Fake up type nigga
Puss like a white nigga
Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than
We been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter
The bigger the order, the more we brought out
We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't run out
Sun in to sun out, keep the gun out
Nigga runnin his I'ma blow his lung out
Listen, yo' ass is about to be
You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man
Grandma wishin your soul's at
but it's hard to with the size of the hole in your chest


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