Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

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

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

Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four 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 give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga really smoking
Aint weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick 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 the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and 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 with ten
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make lungs rip

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