Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
Uh, roll some, your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me round your 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 hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where lows at
Gettin tired of my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for in here that knows me
smoking, yeah it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody smoking
rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah a party oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, that's four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the
And I heard its a party, its a its a party but I'm cool
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in that to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 ain't you need more
All this over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in that knows me
smoking, yeah it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a

What I smoke in one day, these niggas smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a from TMZ
I make her roll 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 just out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my fucked up
Yeah it's a party oh, a party