Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bulls**t

I was a terror the public school era
passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a routine
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene
I used to have the tre
And the deuce deuce in my
Now i got a mac in my
Loungin' black, sacks up in acts
And sidekicks my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to
But all we know is, where the party at?
And can i my gat?
If not, I I don't get shot
But i my vest on my chest
niggas is a mess
It take nothin' but frontin'
For me to somethin
Buggin and barkin at niggas 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 from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my
Sure do, two .22's in my
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 back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast
you scared you're supposed to
Nigga I told ya, put in your heart
up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and skunk
Or some shit beatin' down punks!

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

[Music stops, 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 like Li'l Shawn
Get her drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm
that.

[Chorus w/ talking after selected lines]

Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia 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 likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
until fade out]