Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) in background throughout song]

[Yo speaking with ad-libs]
This ya boy Yo
Street Tunes
We ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a party
Bun B, and this ya boy Yo Gotti

[Hook: Yo
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D Boys rock me
buy the bar with me
Dime smile for me
And all my gangsta niggaz for me
Throughout the with me

1: Eightball]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly
Niggaz who be flippin' work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the cut rocks in it
Back pockets hangin' low I got a glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know
flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the
Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and know how to act
I got the sack something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop puss like ya know it

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' 'caine just my thang
here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven then I'm switchin' lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm in the club, we can get it poppin'
Ya violate my gangsta partner then bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit some game you how Gotti play it
I'm all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these gon' get it man
the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it no secret
I got my paper out the drug
I got my paper out the man
Sellin' bud man my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy
You'd see why Gotti love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the and get it low

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Yo
This for all my street niggaz and
From M Town to
Free C, shit

3: Bun B]
Here we come, we it trill
Ain't no to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller me
Myself and I Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip
I'm all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm the key
I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it
Cuz I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is and them jaws is droppin'
Steppin' out the freshest clothes, ice man the show is stoppin'
start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas wanna be us
We the G's and try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we to get excited
I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of tightest
Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man invited

[Hook x2: Yo