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 this up, yo, yo,

When the on, the pores are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone when these get witcha
Nigga long you need stitches in your long Johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,

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

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 gun on, your mask and gloves
I ask for love, I blast 'em up
Respect my gangsta dude or your life's in dude
pushin' on your chest tryin' to bring you through

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

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

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

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

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

I don't care what you like, make 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 50 G's the price

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

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

All my party people gon' do what? Get
Get some liquor in the gut, so
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
Stop frontin' you the new cut
Like a shoe 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 inside you, listen to while a lickin' you
Go on a bogus mission to, somethin' you crip-walk in the kitchen to
Somethin' you bump on the porch or the

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

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

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

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

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

All my people gon' do what? Get crunk
Get liquor in the gut, so whassup?
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 ah, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake wit me, shake
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me, shake wit me
Ow, one time, bounce wit me, wit me, yo, ahh

Remember when you found me?
I was workin' at Burger
Now take a look around me
Look at all these cars, at all these girls

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

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

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

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

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

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