Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they down to their knees
And suck me like a
Rose in my 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 that tag along
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me round your bitch get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down 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 anyone in that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a
smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

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

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