Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so I wont turn down the speed
Them hoes 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, that's bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me your bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download some of my old and go play somewhere there's hoes at
high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a 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
smoking 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 four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of 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 garbage, I'm no fool
We 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't weed 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 gon' smell sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 ain't you need more
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them 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 that knows me
Everybody smoking, it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party

What I smoke in one day, these niggas smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, can, playing that Bun B
smoke that dope 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 and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
planes, we call them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack bold 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 papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a oh, it's a party