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 don't me
Hit the lights, my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I don't care
Run up in the club, grab me a (Oh)
Waitress keep them drinks 'a (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking
I know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me
Put your hands up if 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 head's gonna (Oh)
But tonight, since you care, put your beer bottle in the air

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

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

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

(Chorus 2x)