Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror the public school era
passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a 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
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in
And sidekicks with my rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to
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 is a mess
It don't take but frontin'
For me to start
and barkin at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
Cause all we do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds 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
Holler if you need me love i'm in the
and strollin' 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 your (BIGGIE!)
wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the coast overdoser
Nigga you scared supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put in your heart
Fuck up the before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some brand-nubian 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 have fun with rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money smell bad than this nigga stinking
Is it my charm? I got the eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins
up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked 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 just all get
So i can put hickies on her like Li'l Shawn
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... 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