Luyện nghe bài hát Party People

Guess
Jigga, ya
Timbaland, ya
Uh, Twista, ya heard? c'mon
Uh uh, uh uh
G G, G gyeah, yo
G'yo, gyeah gyeah, gyeah
Turn up, yo, yo, yeah

When the war's on, the pores are drawn like
The is all gone when these triggers get witcha
Nigga long you need stitches in your long Johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,

Eight you fake twitchy niggaz can't stop that
Jigga, my nigga Timb on the hot track
How you stop that? We can't be slowed
throwed dawg, look at your clothes

When I'm in crazy mode, three-eighty blows
Maceo, leave acey holes that's it Jay-Z doe, crazy
Rhyme great, your radio

C'mon, get your gun on, your mask and
I don't ask for love, I 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude or your in danger dude
pushin' on your chest tryin' to bring you through

All my party people gon' do what? get buck
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and West gon'

All my party people gon' do Get crunk
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some shit
That's beatin' in yo'

with Mag, nigga end up in a hospital
Sittin' on the corner of the bed, sick 'cause of I said to him
On a track star take it in the kitchen
Cookin' MC's all niggaz taste chicken

Hittin 'em high, in the ear
on 'em muh'fucker vampire style, I'm a bloodsucker
You into a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog
I'm at the Rucker with a bad Puerto Rican

Fat as my cash and she a dick sucker, get up car
You ain't goin' far, see the chainsaw?
Breakin' the law, turnin' a dyke
it come to that man that just like Mike

I don't care what you like, I'll you run in outer space
If you go to court man, wish you got a case
For real, I'm fuckin' on a hill of ice
Mag hot now nigga 50 G's the

good for that, I invented that
Hear the hi-hat, the bassline on the track
Remember one in a million when I ya back
Producers sayin', "How you get sound like that?"
I don't know playa, I'm a cat
Got party people to dis and dat
Got people sayin', "This a dope-ass track!"

All my party gon' do what? Get buck
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and West gon'

All my party people gon' do Get crunk
Get liquor in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got gangsta shit
That's in yo' trunk

hit 'em with the um
Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you gon' do
frontin' you bumpin' the new cut
Like a ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
Twitchin' and to get up, I hit 'em up

somethin' skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky you, listen to while a freak lickin' you
Go on a bogus mission to, that you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin' you bump on the porch or the

Or pump it you displayin' yo' heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama with the
And all the like down for when they in the dark

Used to rock up at the block club, the players wasn't ridin'
You can let your mind cruise for
They can't tell a sucker who's allowed, a strap on the mic
I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, the crowd

All my party gon' do what? Get buck
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get lighters lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and gon' bump

All my party people gon' do what? Get
Get some in the gut, so whassup?
Get them lighters lit up, T got some shit
That's beatin' in yo'

All my people gon' do what? Get buck
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lit up, make them get up
With somethin' the East and West gon'

All my people gon' do what? Get crunk
Get some liquor in the gut, so
Get them lighters lit up, T got gangsta shit
That's in yo' trunk

Bounce wit me, wit me, bounce, ow ow ow
Ow ow ow-ow ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me,
Bounce wit me, wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, wit me, yo, ahh

Remember when you first me?
I was workin' at King
Now a good look around me
Look at all these cars, look at all these

Why you tryin' to put down me?
Why you always to put down me?
You get 'round your friends and try to me
Why you tryin' to pull that boo-boo?

I'm tired of all that bullshit
Always dis and dat
Your girls screamin', "We him!"
See girls, they me

Girl just, only Tim
Yes, only Tim
Whatchu talkin' that's only Tim?
Yeah whatchu talkin' 'bout that's only Tim?

I it this far
Made it without yo'
Made it yo' car
Made it yo' naggin'
Now who's the star

I made it far
it without yo' money
Made it yo' car
Made it without yo'
Now who's the star

Ya know I'm sayin'?
Why it gotta to people like me, I don't get it
I don't it
That's why people like myself, only hang self
Ha ha ha, and else, easy now