Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
Thousand pounds of
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn the speed
Them hoes dont use they feet no more, they break to their knees
And suck me a king
Rose in my champagne and diamonds in my ring
Uh, some, thats your bitch on my dick, I might let her hold something
You niggas smoking sevens need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones hate, same ones that tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame niggas call my
Call me world wide Wiz cause I'm home
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I rock and throwbacks
And go download of my old track and go play somewhere there's hoes at
high, and you down there where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head hand me a you cant roll that

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

[Chevy
Quarter pound of that sour, thats four on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all pillows on this floor
Every we score, fill those papers they 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 party its a party but I'm
niggas smoking garbage, I'm no fool
We give 5 j's out zips? Nigga 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 that shit my backyard, go pick it out myself
Yellow light let me slow it down, niggas need some
28 aint enough you need
All this weed over here, thats 1 jar
When them get the flying, niggas wanna part
Smoking with the plane, Amelia Earhart

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What I smoke in one day, niggas dont smoke in one week
round and its just me, Pepsi can, playing 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 roll like two or three, let her smoke and 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 with ten guys
Nine smoke, someone left without his mind pot
Planes Continental, flights
You get some zips, well get P's
your spliffs and ragged bitch tell me how does she breath
Perfect planes, we call G6s
And its just me chilling, me and bitches
Rolling up its cool, come take this rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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