Luyện nghe bài hát Beer Bottle Up

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

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

Colt 45, No
Cops me trouble, but they still don't trouble me
Hit the lights, my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't
Run up in the club, grab me a (Oh)
Waitress keep drinks 'a coming (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, what you talking bout?
I don't know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own
the music up, and leave me alone
Put your hands up if with me (ooh)
the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

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

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

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Take to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you care, put your beer bottle in the air

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

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

(Chorus 2x)