Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them don't use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her something
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me 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 there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there where them at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go hand me a joint you cant roll that

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in 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 four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the chalkboard
And I its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no
We give 5 j's out half zips? that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you
Niggas that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' that sour smoke
I could get 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 weed over here, that's 1 jar
them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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

What I smoke in one day, niggas don't smoke in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, 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 left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your 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 bong rip
Pack this straight 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
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a