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
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in
And with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to
But all we know is, where the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my
niggas is a mess
It don't take nothin' but
For me to somethin
Buggin and at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, just me and my
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the
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 the honeys 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 I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in heart
Fuck up the party before it even
drunk, off the Henny and skunk
Or brand-nubian shit beatin' down punks!

Bitches in the back righteous
In a tight dress, i i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to a gun
And have fun Jamaican rum
Conversations, blunts in
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money smell bad this nigga Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's calm"
I'm hittin' skins
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to out, a kid got choked out
Blows was and a fucking fight broke out

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

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

[Chorus w/ Puff after 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