Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their
And suck me like a
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old 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 up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, those papers 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 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 swisha to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick 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 planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and 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 ten guys
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, take this bong rip
Pack this bold dope, make your lungs rip

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