Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

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

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

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

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas smoke in one week
Riding round and its 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 chick TMZ
I her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, grams, saving weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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