Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand of weed
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a
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 sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
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 camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my 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 here knows me
Everybody smoking, 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 sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on floor
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 its a party but I'm cool
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? thats really smoking
enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, be hella low
When they gang up in the building you smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 aint enough you need
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing Bun B
smoke that dope 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 smoke and the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, weed
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack this straight dope, make your lungs rip

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