Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's your 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 that tag along
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 camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant that

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

Quarter pound of that sour, that's days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I 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? Nigga that's really
Ain't enough weed up in that to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim they be high, they be hella low
When gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All weed over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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

What I smoke in one day, niggas don't smoke in one week
Riding and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your rip

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