Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand of weed
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, break down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones 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 know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old track and go somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow 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 that me
Everybody smoking, it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah a party oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, that's days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every state we score, fill 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 party its a party but I'm
Them niggas garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in swisha to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some
28 ain't enough you need
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
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 it's a party, oh, its a
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
it's a party oh, it's a party

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 smoking
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
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this 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 it's a party, oh, its a
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a party oh, a party