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

45, No Bubbley
Cops give me trouble, but they still trouble me
Hit the lights, read my
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 easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I don't know, bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the 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, 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 hungry hustler, Afroman, That Raule
Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking
Drinking brew, taking blunts to the
Palms in the air, it's a Palmdale thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your in the air (uh)
If real short, stand up in a chair (uh)
If you quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette
Keep a beer, in your hand, a swig every chance you can
If you the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute
Then a slurp, Drink slow homie, don't want the bottle
To get all foamy, moving, grooving, around
Bottle in the air, it down.

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Take shots to the head, em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna (Oh)
But tonight, you don't care, put your beer 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 another 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
the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
Stereo loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail
a little time out for yourself
Cause Afroman is good for your

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

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