Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they down to their knees
And suck me like a
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download some of my old and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you there where them lows at
Gettin tired of 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 knows me
smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking
rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

Woods]
Quarter pound of sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on floor
Every state we score, fill those they be raw
Look a piece 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
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats smoking
Aint enough up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When gang 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, wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Earhart

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I make her like 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 smoking out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this bold dope, make your lungs rip

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