Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror the public school era
Bathroom passes, classes, squeezing asses
Smoking was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene
I to have 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 to chat
But all we wanna is, where the party at?
And can i bring my
If not, I I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my
Cause is a mess
It don't nothin' but frontin'
For me to somethin
Buggin and barkin at niggas like i was huntin
Dumbing out, me and my crew
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

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

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might
Hit her with a little 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun Jamaican rum
Conversations, blunts in
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his and
we're smoking, drinking, got the thinking
If money smell bad than this 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
up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to out, a kid got choked out
Blows was and a fucking fight broke out

[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up "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 on, and I'm gone
that.

[Chorus w/ Puff talking after 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... Mafia 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,
[Repeats until fade