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 feet no more, they break down to knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas smoking Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas my phone
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm never
Ever leave me round bitch I'mma get her stoned
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 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 anyone in here that me
Everybody smoking, yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
rolling weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

[Chevy
Quarter pound of sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this
Every 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 weed up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, be hella low
When they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, need some help
28 aint enough you need
All this weed over here, thats 1 jar
them planes get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, these dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke that on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving
Average shit, it was us just out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes 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 bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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