Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror since the school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing
Smoking was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the
I to have the tre duce
And the deuce in my bubblegoose
Now i got a mac in my
black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly
want 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 my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a
It don't nothin' 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 the honeys, Pounds 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 i'm in the house
Roam and see what the honeys is about
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 hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
you scared you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put in your heart
Fuck up the before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and skunk
Or brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to 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 thinking
If money 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 skins again
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to out, a kid got choked out
was thrown and a fucking 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 pissy drunk off of Don
And on, and I'm gone
that.

[Chorus w/ Puff 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 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 likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats fade out]