Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror since the public era
Bathroom passes, classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily
thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to the tre duce
And the deuce deuce in my
Now i got a mac in my
Loungin' black, smoking up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly
Honeys want to
But all we wanna know is, the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get
But i throw my on my chest
niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but
For me to somethin
Buggin and at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, me and my crew
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

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

Bitches in the back righteous
In a tight dress, i i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to a gun
And fun with Jamaican rum
Conversations, blunts in
My man Big got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money bad than this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's calm"
I'm hittin' 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 people and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

Can't we all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest Li'l Shawn
Get her drunk off of Don Perrignon
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 until out]