Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them hoes don't use feet no more, they break down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you 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 smoking
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
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those 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 party its a party but I'm
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, be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, need some help
28 ain't you need more
All this over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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

What I smoke in one day, these don't smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get 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
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your rip

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 papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas fucked up
Yeah a party oh, it's a party