Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's at
Fucking high, and you down there where lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go 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, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, those 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 party its a but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, they be low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All this over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, wanna part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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, nobody smoking
Bitches rolling 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 me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm 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, counting grams, saving
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten with ten guys
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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