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 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 up in acts
And sidekicks with my rockin fly kicks
want to chat
But all we wanna know is, the party at?
And can i bring my
If not, I hope I get shot
But i throw my vest on my
Cause is a mess
It take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start
Buggin and at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
Cause all we do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei 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 see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no 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 coast overdoser
Nigga you scared you're to
I told ya, put fear in your heart
Fuck up the party it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some brand-nubian beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the back righteous
In a dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And fun with Jamaican rum
Conversations, in rotation
My man Big got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the thinking
If money smell bad than nigga 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' again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a
start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight 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... 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 fade out]