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 like a
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
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 ones that tag
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where 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
Everybody smoking, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
it's a party oh, it's a party

Quarter pound of that sour, four days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows 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 heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga that's smoking
enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim they be high, they be hella low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some
28 ain't enough you more
All weed over here, that's 1 weed jar
When planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash the plane, Amelia Earhart

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

What I smoke in one day, these niggas don't smoke in one
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing Bun B
Gotta that dope on the run with 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
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, ten planes with ten guys
smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke spliffs and ragged 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 straight dope, make your rip

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