Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes dont use they no more, they break down to their knees
And me like a king
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
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
ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant that

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I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my f-cked up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

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

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her roll two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll in on a half a zip, counting 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 left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she
planes, we call them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your rip

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