Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
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 me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas smoking Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same that tag along
No Blackberry, too lame niggas call my phone
me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you roll that

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

Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every state we score, those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the
And I heard its a party, its a its a party but I'm cool
niggas smoking 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
Niggas claim that they be high, they be low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me it down, niggas need some help
28 aint you need more
All weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking crash the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, these dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who me, probably a chick from 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
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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