Luyện nghe bài hát Party And Bullshit

Here we go, we go
we go, here we go

I was a terror the public school era
passes, cuttin' classes, squeezing asses
Smoking was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a nigga on the scene

I to have the tres duce
And the duce, in my bubble goose
Now I got the mac in my
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin' fly

Honeys want to
But all we wanna know is, the party at?
And can I bring my gat? If not, I hope I get shot
But I throw my vest on my 'cause niggaz is a mess

It don't nothin' but frontin' for me to start somethin'
Buggin' and buckin' at niggaz like I was huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my
'Cause all we do is

And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and bullshit and party and
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and and

from the honeys, pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Spade that I knew from the
Said he had beef, me if I had my piece
Sure do, two two's in my shoes

Holler if you need me love, I'm in the
Roam and strollin' see the honeys is about
popping, hoe hopping
Ain't no Big Poppa, I'm a bad boy

Niggaz wanna front, who got your
(Biggie)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the
(Biggie)
It ain't to tell I'm the east coast overdose
So you scared you're supposed to

Nigga, I told ya, put fear in heart
Fuck up the before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the and stuff
Or some brand-nubian shit down punks

And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And party and bullshit and and bullshit
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
And party and and party and bullshit
And party and and

Bitches in the back looking
In a dress
I think I just hit her with a little Biggie 101
How to tote a gun and have fun Jamaican rum

Conversations, blunts in
My man Big Jacques got the in his waist
And we're smoking, drinking, got the thinking
If money bad than this nigga Biggie stinking

Is it my charm? I got the hookers out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said, "Let's calm"
I'm skins again, rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a fucking fight out

Can't we all get along?
So I can put hickies on her chest like Shawn
Get her pissy off the Dom Perrignon
And on and I'm gone, that's that

Party and bullshit and party and
And party and and party and bullshit
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
(Junior Mafia that)

And party and bullshit and and bullshit
(Uptown that)
And and bullshit and party and bullshit
(Bad Boy that)

And and bullshit and party and bullshit
(Brooklyn Crew that)
And party and bullshit and party and
(Third Eye that)
And party and and party and bullshit