Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break down to their
And me like a king
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens Imma a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones tag along
No Blackberry, too many niggas call my phone
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
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 somewhere there's hoes at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go 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 knows 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

Woods]
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four days on
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every state we score, fill those they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint on the chalkboard
And I its a party, its a party its a party but I'm cool
Them niggas garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out half zips? thats really smoking
Aint enough weed up in swisha to get you high, you joking
Niggas claim that they be high, be hella low
When they gang up in the you gon' smell that sour smoke
I could get shit from my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas some help
28 aint enough you need
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 dont smoke in one week
Riding round and its just me, Pepsi can, that Bun B
Gotta smoke dope on the run with me, comfortably, I'm smoking weed
Doing speeds, who with me, probably a from TMZ
I make her like two or three, let her smoke and feel the breeze
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us smoking out in NY
to GOD we let ten fly, thats ten planes with ten guys
Nine smoke, meaning someone left without his pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
Smoke spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we them G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take bong rip
Pack this straight dope, make your lungs rip

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