Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

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

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I got a whole lot of hochie, and I'm rolling up for anyone in that knows me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, nobody blunts
rolling 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 days on
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every state we score, fill those papers be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my but I aint writing on the chalkboard
And I heard its a party, its a its a party but I'm cool
Them smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? Nigga really smoking
Aint enough weed up in swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that be high, they be hella low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get that shit from my backyard, go it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, need some help
28 aint you need more
All this weed here, thats 1 weed jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking crash with the plane, Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, these niggas dont in one week
Riding and its just me, Pepsi can, playing that Bun B
smoke that dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, a chick from TMZ
I make her roll two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
Ya'll chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, weed
shit, it was us just smoking out in NY
Swear to GOD we let ten fly, ten planes with ten guys
smoke, meaning someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, nonstop
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and three
Rolling up its cool, take this bong rip
this bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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