Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror since the public era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, asses
Smoking blunts was a routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the
I to have the tre duce
And the deuce deuce in my
Now i got a mac in my
black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my rockin fly kicks
Honeys to chat
But all we know is, where the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I hope I get shot
But i throw my on my chest
niggas is a mess
It don't take but frontin'
For me to start
and barkin at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, me and my crew
Cause all we do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs from the honeys, from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew the projects
Said he had beef, me if I had my peice
do, two .22's in my shoes
Holler if you need me love i'm in the
Roam and strollin' see what the is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
Niggaz wanna front, who got your (BIGGIE!)
wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared you're to
I told ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and skunk
Or some brand-nubian shit down punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might
Hit her with a Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money smell bad than this Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers out my palm
She my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm skins again
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got out
Blows was thrown and a fight broke out

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

Can't we all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l
Get her pissy drunk off of Don
And it's on, and I'm
that.

[Chorus w/ talking after selected lines]

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 Mafia 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 likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats fade out]