Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I turn down the speed
Them hoes dont use they no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a
in my champagne glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too lame niggas call my phone
Call me world Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there them lows at
Gettin tired of my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll that

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I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
state we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a party its a party but I'm
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga thats really
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 enough you need more
All weed over here, thats 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Amelia

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What I in one day, these niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and 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, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone without his mind pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get zips, well get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its me chilling, me and three bitches
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, your lungs rip

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