Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles And Rockin J's

[Intro - DJ
Ayo Game, what do boy?
DJ Khaled
I got my black and red Retro 6's on
I'm all about getting
I glorifying my hard work
bottles
Shit, hoes love it too
This DJ Khaled, We the
Ayo
Red

[Chorus - The
All I know is bottles and J's
and rocking J's
Bottles and J's
and rocking J's

Bitches and money
Bitches and getting
Bitches and money
Bitches and money

and rocking J's
Bottles and J's
and rocking J's
Bottles and J's

Bitches and money
Bitches and money
Bitches and money
Bitches and money

[Verse 1 - Busta
All I know is how to smash on everybody and do what I do
And make somebody to go and get a hearse
Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your
And you my brother my nigga I got to rhyme fresh
See the way I coming, how I do the game,
Ask somebody, you got to know you need to get a
Let me bang them with another killer, then we put a couple bottles on the
Kill them another verse
Everybody see the way I be going and
How I do it
Niggas the only way we know it, but again, yes we do
We knowing how I be
And every that I get
All the I be packing
And I it off
all this money you know where I'm heading
And I'm going to get the Jordans the patent 11
They really all the way down to the feathers
And I get a couple pair with all this money I be
And I kill them the bounce, you see the way a nigga stepping
And we pop bottles and we rock J's, see me
Let me show you way I do it before I hit you the weapon
Don't be spilling liquor all my shit, give me a second
Shit, anyway, see we got to get it up
Probably models up
Let me a bottle up
Let me see everybody put your bottle up

2 - Rick Ross]
Bitches, I'm money, bottles and rocking chains
Money like I'm LeBron, my whip insane
thoughts, highway to heaven riding like a boss
Condominium in the clouds, sixty G's a
Fifty floors, marble walls, of Boston Georgia
Bitches snorting blow, fucking fast, and dope
Sanctify, shoes, Audemars, Franck Muller, that Chopard
My new bitches menage, I'm a G

[Verse 3 -
and rocking J's
Smoking and Spades
Pistol tucked in my
Heat it up I'm Wade
Nigga don't do LeBrons, up on the weekends
Jordans through Friday, especially when I'm freaking
cool greys, that's Monday
Them Jams, that's Tuesday
Them Spike Lee's, on
23 in my Benz, aye
You know I love them sixes, especially on my
13s and them spandex on Thursday, your birthday
And Friday I lying, King of Diamonds, I'm in heaven
Red bone, popping on my black and red 11's
Patent when I step in
You what I'm repping
S-double-O, W-Double-O
Black number 4s I aint get it from the store, Bus
That all I is

[Verse 4 -
I put footprints in them
I put so much in my two
Put on for my city, I got no choice but to rep
I put shots in they hair
Make pretty girls, do the ugly
And they just my on
Move back I dougie space like aye, aye
Then its right back to my face
saying put the weed out
BBM, you bugging
We walked in, want something, bottles pop like we won
Raise a glass for everybody that's done something nothing
No grind, no shine, code, we pay no mind
Cargos and J's on, let sun in, no blinds
All I is my shit
playing, YouTube
But tonight we on that red and cranberry, SooWoo

5 - Lil Wayne]
And I'm smoking on purp
on that purp
I came in this bitch some niggas that will murk
And we ain't about all that talking, you a man walking
Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4
Got a scope on the barrel, that's a with a camera
Hollow tips nigga, tip a like a dancer
I don't know nothing but bitches and money
gang, kill a nigga in public
Young
Shoot a nigga ass up then it's
Head shots, that vest is so useless
Yeah, yo Chuck, fuck niggas
You know who
Killer B's