Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, asses
blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the
I used to have the tre
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 wanna know is, where the at?
And can i bring my
If not, I I don't get shot
But i throw my on my chest
Cause is a mess
It don't take but frontin'
For me to somethin
Buggin and barkin at niggas like i was huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs from the honeys, Pounds the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew 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 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 ain't to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
you scared you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in your
Fuck up the party before it even
drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or some brand-nubian shit down punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little 101, How to tote a gun
And fun with Jamaican rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the in his waist and
smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad 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 skins again
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight out

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

Can't we just all get
So i can put on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don
And it's on, and I'm
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