Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to 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 whole onion, youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
And you that, I rock camos 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 hearing my flow jacked go head 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, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, that's four 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 in my hand but I ain't writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga really smoking
Ain't weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour
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 enough you need
All this over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Earhart

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 smoking papers, smoking blunts
rolling weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a

What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't in one week
round 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, probably a chick TMZ
I her roll like 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
your spliffs 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, take this bong rip
Pack 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, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party