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, classes, squeezing asses
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

want to chat
But all we wanna know is, the party at?
And can I bring my 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 nothin' but frontin' for me to somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at like I was duck huntin'
out, just me and my crew
'Cause all we do is

And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and and party and bullshit
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and 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, me if I had my piece
Sure do, two twenty in my shoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fight broke out

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

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

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

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