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
passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses
Smoking was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby on the scene

I to have the tres duce
And the duce, in my bubble goose
Now I got the mac in my
Loungin' black, smoking up in acts
And with my sidekicks rockin' fly kicks

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

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

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

Hugs from the honeys, from the roughnecks
Seen my man Spade that I knew the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my
do, two twenty two's in my shoes

Holler if you need me love, I'm in the
Roam and strollin' see what the is about
Moet popping, hoe
no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy

Niggaz wanna front, who got back?
(Biggie)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the
(Biggie)
It hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose
So you scared you're supposed to

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

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

Bitches in the back looking
In a tight
I think I might just hit her with a little 101
How to a gun and have fun with Jamaican rum

Conversations, blunts in
My man Big got the glock in his waist
And smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie

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

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

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

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

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