Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world wide Wiz I'm never home
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma 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 there where them at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow 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 that me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
smoking papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every state we score, fill papers they be raw
like 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 zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas 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 from my backyard, go pick it out
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need help
28 aint you need more
All this weed over here, thats 1 jar
When planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her and feel the breeze
Ya'll in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
planes, we call them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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