Luyện nghe bài hát Gangsta Party

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

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

Yo Gotti]
All my hot bop for me
Go and drop for me
D rock with me
Come buy the bar me
Dime pieces for me
And all my niggaz wild for me
the crowd with me

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

x2: Yo Gotti]

[Verse 2: Yo
I was movin' just doin' my thang
Down here in Memphis we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin'
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, inches don't cloud my screen
candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it
Ya violate my partner then it's bodies droppin'
I just come to party, get at shorty
Do my thang, spit game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes get it man
One of hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the
Yo gon' represent it man
No fitted man a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the zones
I got my out the gutter man
Sellin' bud man my brother man
If you a Memphis raised during my D Boy days
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 hit the flo' and get it low

[Hook x2: Yo

[Yo
This for all my street and bitches
From M Town to
Free Pimp C,

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

[Hook x2: Yo