Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a
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 ones that tag
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world wide Wiz I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
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 there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

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

[Chevy
pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every state we score, those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they 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 slow it down, niggas need help
28 aint enough you more
All this weed over here, thats 1 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 and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm weed
Doing speeds, who me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, take this bong rip
this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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