Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to knees
And me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me world Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old track and go somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where 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 rolling up for anyone in here knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking
rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, thats days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a of chalk in my hand but I aint writing 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 zips? Nigga thats really smoking
enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
When they up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas some help
28 enough you need more
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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What I smoke in one day, niggas dont 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 from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, meaning left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how she breath
planes, we call them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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