Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a since the public school era
passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene
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 with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to
But all we wanna know is, where the at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I I don't get shot
But i my vest on my chest
Cause niggas is a
It take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start
Buggin and barkin at niggas i was duck huntin
out, just me and my crew
Cause all we 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
Sure do, two .22's in my
Holler if you me love i'm in the house
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is
Moet popping, hoe hopping, no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
wanna 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 ya, put fear in your heart
up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and skunk
Or some brand-nubian beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the back righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might
Hit her a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big got the glock in his waist and
smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers out my palm
She grabbed my arm and "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins
Rolled up another blunt, bought a
start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking broke out

[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l
Get her drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm
that.

[Chorus w/ Puff talking 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 Crew that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade