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 are drawn like pictures
The niggaz is all gone these triggers get witcha
Nigga before you need stitches in your long Johns
A.K., t-t-t-t, heartbeat,

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with Mag, nigga end up in a
Sittin' on the corner of the bed, 'cause of what I said to him
On a track star beef 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 turnin' a mad ducker, tellin' ya dog
I'm at the Rucker a bad Puerto Rican chick

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

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

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

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

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

hit 'em with the um
Ah-um, ah-um-ahh, you do what?
Stop frontin' you the new cut
Like a ah, um ah-um ah, hit 'em in the gut
and itchin' to get up, I hit 'em up

With skanless to vibe to and ride to
With the stanky inside you, to while a freak 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 pump it while you yo' heart when you flex on a mark
You can play it to clear your head from drama the feds
And all the homies 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, with a on the mic
I'm thinkin' how can I move the crowd, move the

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 East and gon' bump

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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