Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror since the school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing
Smoking blunts was a daily
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre
And the deuce deuce in my
Now i got a mac in my
Loungin' black, smoking up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks fly kicks
Honeys want to
But all we wanna is, where the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I I don't get shot
But i throw my on my chest
Cause is a mess
It don't take but frontin'
For me to start
and barkin at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the
my man Sei that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, me if I had my peice
Sure do, two .22's in my
Holler if you me love i'm in the house
Roam and see what the honeys is about
popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
Niggaz front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in heart
Fuck up the party it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' punks!

Bitches in the back righteous
In a tight dress, i think i just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to a gun
And have fun Jamaican rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his and
smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If smell bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' again
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight out

[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

we just all get along?
So i can put on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm
that.

[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected

Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
until fade out]