Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bullshit

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

I was a terror since the school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing
Smoking blunts was a daily
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene

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

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

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

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

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

if you need me love, I'm in the house
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 flex, who got the gat?
(Biggie)
It hard to tell I'm the east coast overdose
So nigga you you're supposed to

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

And and bullshit and party and bullshit
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

Bitches in the back righteous
In a dress
I think I might just hit her with a little 101
How to tote a gun and have fun with rum

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

Is it my I got the hookers eatin' 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 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 Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off the Dom
And on and I'm gone, that's that

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

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

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