Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes dont use they 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 whole onion, youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there 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 whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here knows me
smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my f-cked up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy
pound of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers be raw
Look like a of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you
Niggas claim that they be high, 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
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you need
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 round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and 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 planes with ten
Nine smoke, meaning someone without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get 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
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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