Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma 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
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them at
Gettin tired of hearing my jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

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, nobody blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
it's a party oh, it's a party

Quarter 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 those papers be raw
like 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 smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
When gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All weed over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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 and my niggas 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 just me, can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke dope 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, grams, saving weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes ten guys
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold dope, make your lungs rip

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