Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
Uh, roll some, your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's at
Fucking high, and you there where them lows at
Gettin tired of 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 up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

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

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one
round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the
Ya'll chip in on a a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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