Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas sevens Imma 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 wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me round bitch I'mma 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
high, and you down there 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
smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas f-cked up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy
Quarter pound of sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every state we score, fill those 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 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
When they up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you more
All this weed over here, thats 1 jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
Smoking crash with the plane, Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont in one week
round 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 with me, 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, counting grams, saving
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack this straight dope, make your lungs rip

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