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 down to knees
And suck me like a
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your on my dick, I might let her hold something
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz I'm never home
Ever me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go download of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you there where them lows at
tired 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 in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, thats days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers 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 but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that to get you high, you joking
Niggas that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas some help
28 aint enough you more
All this weed here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing 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 roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving
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 left his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does 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, make your rip

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