Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont down the speed
Them dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll

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I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for in here that knows me
smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
state we score, fill those papers they 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 but I'm cool
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
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you smell that sour smoke
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas some help
28 aint you need more
All weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run 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
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
Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, take this bong rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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