Luyện nghe bài hát Reefer Party

[Wiz
pounds of weed
Riding in my car so fast I wont turn down the
Them hoes use they feet no more, they break down to their knees
And suck me like a
Rose in my glass and diamonds in my ring
Uh, roll some, thats your bitch on my dick, I let her hold something
You smoking sevens Imma need a whole onion, whole youngin, oh
Same ones that hate, same ones tag along
No Blackberry, too many lame call my phone
Call me wide Wiz cause I'm never home
Ever leave me round your I'mma get her stoned
And you know that, I camos and throwbacks
And go download some of my old track and go play somewhere there's at
Fucking high, and you down where them lows at
Gettin tired of hearing my flow jacked go head 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 that me
Everybody smoking, its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party
Everybody smoking papers, smoking blunts
Bitches rolling and my niggas f-cked up
its a partyyyyyyyy, oh, its a party

[Chevy
Quarter of that sour, thats four days on tour
Sleeping on how we smoke, see all these on this floor
Every state we score, those papers they be raw
Look like a piece of chalk in my hand but I aint writing on the
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 half Nigga thats really smoking
Aint enough weed up in that swisha to get you high, you
Niggas claim that they be high, they be low
they gang up in the building you gon' smell that sour smoke
I get that shit from my backyard, go pick 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 the plane, Amelia Earhart

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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 that 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
chip in on a half a zip, counting grams, saving weed
Average shit, it was us just 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, flights
You get zips, well get some 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 bong rip
Pack bold straight dope, make your lungs rip

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