Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a onion, whole youngin, oh
ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
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 of hearing 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 that me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

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Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those 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 its a party but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half Nigga thats really smoking
Aint weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' 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, 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her roll two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get zips, well get some 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
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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