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 and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same that hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me world wide Wiz I'm never home
Ever leave me round your bitch I'mma get her
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download some of my old and go play somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a joint you cant roll

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

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

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

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