Luyện nghe bài hát Beer Bottle Up

(Laughing)
Yeah,
Comeon Homeboy, it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh x2

Afroman, Double H, C
OG, Checking in the double tree

Colt 45, No
Cops give me trouble, but they still trouble me
Hit the lights, read my
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I don't care
Run up in the club, me a woman (Oh)
Waitress them drinks 'a coming (burp)
Hah, easy easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I don't know, bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and me alone
Put your up if you're with me (ooh)
the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

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Take to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put beer bottle in the air

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The hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule
Fatso and Matt Payne, brew
Drinking brew, taking to the brain
in the air, cause it's a Palmdale thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your in the air (uh)
If you're real short, up in a chair (uh)
If you quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette
Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig chance you can
If you feel the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a
take a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle
To get all foamy, moving, grooving, around
Bottle in the air, it down.

(Chorus 2x)

Take to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your bottle in the air

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it in the trash, drop it on the ground
Stagger to the bar, get round
If you got of money, than share
I'm sure alcoholic will care
a sweet, to the beat, if it's good
Put it on the beat, gotta alot fun before you get too old
Lock the door, to your room, drown out with the boom
Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to voicemail
Take a time out for yourself
Afroman is good for your health

(Chorus 2x)

Take to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put beer bottle in the air

(Chorus 2x)