Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
Them hoes use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go some of my old track and go play somewhere there's 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
Everybody smoking, it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
it's a party oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, that's days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't 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 zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in that 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, need some help
28 enough you need more
All weed over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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

I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
speeds, who with me, probably a chick 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, grams, saving weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten
smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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