Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break to their knees
And suck me like a
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too lame niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go some of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you there where them 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 anyone in here knows me
smoking, yeah it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a party oh, a party

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

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

What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
speeds, who with me, probably 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 smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
planes, we call them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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