Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bullshit

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

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

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

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

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

And party and and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and 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 in my shoes

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

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

Nigga, I told ya, put in your heart
Fuck up the before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and stuff
Or some shit beatin' down punks

And and bullshit and party 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

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight
I think I might just hit her with a Biggie 101
How to tote 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 than this nigga stinking

Is it my charm? I got the eatin' out my palm
She my arm and said, "Let's leave calm"
I'm skins again, rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got 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 off the Dom Perrignon
And it's on and I'm gone, that's

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

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

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