Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror the public school era
Bathroom passes, classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a routine
Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the
I used to the tre duce
And the deuce in my bubblegoose
Now i got a mac in my
Loungin' black, smoking up in acts
And sidekicks with my rockin fly kicks
Honeys to chat
But all we wanna know is, where the at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get
But i throw my vest on my
Cause niggas is a
It don't nothin' but frontin'
For me to start
and barkin at niggas like i was duck huntin
Dumbing out, me and my crew
all we wanna do is

Party... And (x9)

Hugs the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew the projects
Said he had beef, me if I had my peice
do, two .22's in my shoes
Holler if you me love i'm in the house
and strollin' see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy
Niggaz wanna front, who got your (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
Nigga you you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put fear in your
up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and
Or some brand-nubian shit down punks!

Bitches in the looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might
Hit her with a little 101, How to tote a gun
And fun with Jamaican rum
Conversations, blunts in
My man Big Jacques got the in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker
If money smell bad than this nigga Biggie
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my
She my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins
Rolled up blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking broke out

stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
Biggie it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]

Can't we all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l
Get her pissy off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm
that.

[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected

Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Mafia likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
until fade out]