Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bullshit

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

I was a terror the public school era
Bathroom passes, classes, squeezing asses
blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby on the scene

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

want to chat
But all we know is, where 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 is a mess

It take nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and at niggaz like I was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, me and my crew
all we wanna do is

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

Hugs from the honeys, pounds the roughnecks
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 is about
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 tell I'm the east coast
So nigga you scared supposed to

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

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

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

Conversations, blunts in
My man Big Jacques got the 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 eatin' out my
She my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins again, rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight out

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

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

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

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