Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont down the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break to their knees
And suck me a king
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones that tag
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me round bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
tired of hearing my flow 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, it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah a party oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, that's four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't on the chalkboard
And I its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's 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 building you gon' smell sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need help
28 enough you need more
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas wanna
Smoking crash the plane, Amelia Earhart

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 weed and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party

What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, 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, someone left without his mind pot
Continental, flights 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 take 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, 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