Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror since the public era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing
blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby on the scene
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 fly kicks
Honeys to chat
But all we wanna is, where the party at?
And can i bring my
If not, I hope I get shot
But i throw my on my chest
Cause is a mess
It don't take nothin' but
For me to somethin
Buggin and barkin at like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
Cause all we do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
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
Moet popping, hoe hopping, 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 tell I'm the coast overdoser
Nigga you scared you're to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in heart
Fuck up the party it even start
drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or some shit beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the back righteous
In a tight dress, i i might just
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 in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the thinking
If money smell bad than nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's calm"
I'm hittin' skins
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got out
Blows was and a fucking fight broke out

[Music stops, indecipherable of people yelling and arguing,
breaks 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 drunk off of Don Perrignon
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... 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,
[Repeats until fade