Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch get her stoned
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

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I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my f-cked up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every state we score, fill those they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats smoking
Aint enough up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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What I smoke in one day, these dont smoke in one week
Riding and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a from TMZ
I make her like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a a zip, counting grams, saving weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
planes, we call them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your rip

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