Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a since the public school era
passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily
thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
I used to 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 rockin fly kicks
want to chat
But all we wanna know is, where the at?
And can i bring my
If not, I hope I get shot
But i my vest on my chest
niggas is a mess
It take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start
Buggin and barkin at like 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
Seen my man Sei that I from the projects
Said he had beef, 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 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 hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you scared supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in heart
Fuck up the party before it start
drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might
Hit her with a Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money bad than this 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' again
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fight broke out

stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
Biggie 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 pissy drunk off of Don
And on, and I'm gone
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 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