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, cuttin' classes, asses
Smoking blunts was a routine
thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene

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

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

It don't take but frontin' for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like I was 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 party and and party and bullshit
And party and and party and bullshit
And party and and

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

if you need me love, I'm in the house
Roam and see what the honeys is about
popping, hoe hopping
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 ain't hard to I'm the east coast overdose
So nigga you scared you're to

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

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

in the back looking righteous
In a dress
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 smell bad than this nigga 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 another blunt, a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight out

we just all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off the Dom
And on and I'm gone, that's that

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

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

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