Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You niggas sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round bitch I'mma get her stoned
And you that, I rock camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's at
Fucking high, and you down there where 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 lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches weed and my niggas f-cked up
yeaaaaaaaaa its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a

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Quarter pound of that sour, thats four on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill papers they be raw
Look like a of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no
We give 5 j's out zips? Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough up in that swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, be hella low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me it down, niggas need some help
28 aint you need more
All this weed over here, 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, wanna part
crash with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, niggas dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a chick TMZ
I make her like two or three, let her smoke and feel 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, ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
up its cool, come take this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make lungs rip

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