Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bullshit

Here we go, we go
Here we go, we go

I was a since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing
Smoking blunts was a routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the

I used to have the duce
And the duce, duce in my bubble
Now I got the mac in my
Loungin' black, sacks up in acts
And sidekicks my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks

Honeys want to
But all we wanna know is, the party at?
And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I don't get
But I throw my vest on my chest 'cause niggaz is a

It don't take nothin' but for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like I was duck
Dumbing out, just me and my
all we wanna do is

And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And and bullshit and

Hugs from the honeys, pounds from the
Seen my man that I knew from the projects
he had beef, asked me if I had my piece
Sure do, two twenty two's in my

Holler if you need me love, I'm in the
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is
Moet popping, hoe
Ain't no Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy

wanna front, who got your back?
(Biggie)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the
(Biggie)
It ain't hard to I'm the east coast overdose
So nigga you scared you're to

Nigga, I told ya, put fear in your
Fuck up the party before it start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some brand-nubian shit beatin' down

And party and bullshit and party and
And party and and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and
And party and and party and bullshit
And and bullshit and

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a dress
I think I just hit her with a little Biggie 101
How to tote a gun and fun with Jamaican rum

Conversations, blunts in
My man Big got the glock in his waist
And we're smoking, drinking, got the thinking
If money bad than this nigga Biggie stinking

Is it my I got the hookers eatin' out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's calm"
I'm hittin' skins again, rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was and a fucking fight broke out

Can't we all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Shawn
Get her pissy off the Dom Perrignon
And it's on and I'm gone, that

Party and bullshit and party and
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
(Junior Mafia that)

And party and bullshit and party and
(Uptown that)
And party and and party and bullshit
(Bad Boy that)

And party and and party and bullshit
(Brooklyn likes that)
And party and bullshit and party and
(Third Eye that)
And party and bullshit and party and