Luyện nghe bài hát The Party

Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes don't use they feet no more, they break down to their
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne glass and diamonds in my
Uh, some, that's your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
ones that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too lame niggas call my phone
me world wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch get her stoned
And you know that, I rock camos and
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere hoes at
Fucking high, and you down there them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go hand me a joint you cant roll that

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in that knows me
Everybody smoking, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a

Quarter pound of that sour, that's days on tour
on how we smoke, see all these pillows on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I ain't writing on the
And I heard its a party, its a party its a but I'm cool
Them niggas smoking garbage, I'm no
We give 5 j's out zips? Nigga that's really smoking
Ain't enough weed up in that to get you high, you joking
claim that they be high, they be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that from my backyard, go pick it out myself
light let me slow it down, niggas need some help
28 ain't enough you more
All this over here, that's 1 weed jar
When them planes get the flying, niggas part
Smoking crash the plane, Amelia Earhart

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in that knows me
smoking, yeah it's a party, oh, its a party
Everybody papers, nobody smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas fucked up
Yeah it's a party oh, a party

What I smoke in one day, these don't smoke in one week
Riding round and its me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
Gotta smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm weed
speeds, who with me, probably a chick from TMZ
I make her roll like two or three, let her smoke and feel the
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, that's ten planes with ten
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Continental, flights nonstop
You get some zips, get some P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, come this bong rip
Pack this bold straight dope, make your rip

I got a lot of hochie,
and I'm rolling up for anyone in here that me
Everybody smoking, yeah a party, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
Bitches rolling weed and my niggas up
Yeah it's a party oh, it's a