Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing
blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a 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 sidekicks fly kicks
want to chat
But all we wanna is, where the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get
But i throw my vest on my
Cause niggas is a
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
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, asked me if I had my
Sure do, two .22's in my
Holler if you me love i'm in the house
Roam and strollin' see what the is about
popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
Niggaz front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east overdoser
Nigga you scared supposed to
I told ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some shit beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i just
Hit her with a little 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 nigga stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers out my palm
She my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins
Rolled up another blunt, a Heineken
Niggaz start to out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking broke out

stops, indecipherable sounds of people 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 Shawn
Get her drunk off of Don Perrignon
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 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 likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade