Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

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

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

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, thats 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 piece of chalk in my hand but I aint on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm
Them niggas 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
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
When they up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get shit 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 over here, thats 1 jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
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 smoke dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some 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 three
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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