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 me like a king
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones tag along
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
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 play there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my jacked 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 weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

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Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim they be high, they be hella low
When they up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
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 in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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