Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
in my car so fast I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they down to their knees
And me like a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
leave me round your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll

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 fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on floor
Every state we score, those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my but I ain't writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really
Ain't enough 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 smell that sour smoke
I could get 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 weed over here, 1 weed jar
them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Earhart

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

What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one
Riding round and its just me, can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the
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, ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Continental, flights 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 me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeah it's a party, oh, its a
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a