Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

Yeah, Storch
what I'm talkin' about, my nigga
Bottles & up, BS what up,
Bottles & up, and G's know

Bottles in the air, fingers to the sky
My don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep money till the day that I die

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the
gettin' money till the day that I die

The club, shorty get buck
The club, G's roll up
The club, fight it out get
The club, act wild, it up

Introducin' the nemesis, heard of me
Into the rebel, the legend, the the party took me to a new level
I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored,
Roll up to the joint and the girls love it, the niggas it

Unstoppable, myself to get cheddar
Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only better
I'm on a sour, my niggas, we vouf man
Don't want no bottles for niggas, you to lose, man

Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know it's nothin',
Crush you something later fo sho, she somethin' off
Soon as zino step the door she got it jumpin' off
your chick and head to the floor, I'm callin' all the dawgs

Bottles in the air, middle to the sky
My niggas don't 'cause we all gettin' high
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep money till the day that I die

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin'
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' till the day that I die

The club, shorty get buck
The club, G's roll up
The club, fight it out get
The club, act wild, it up

This one's for my got felonies, we's haulin' at the bar
Hypno and Henesie, she fuckin' with the hulk
We continue to roll and blow the trees
Puff an ounce in the club, for sour D's

Plus downin' bottles of bub it was ice tea, only bottles & up
if you like me, you got keys [unverified]
Fellin' lucky like a Celtics clover, lil' spit, lil'
Now the game is over, I'm on a mission ain't until I'm done

the crowd move wild like I'm bustin' the gun
Everybody hallucinatin', set it off
You're callin' security, now

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't 'cause we all gettin' high
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' till the day that I die

Bottles in the air, middle to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the
Keep gettin' money the day that I die

The club, what get buck
The club, G's roll up
The club, it out get drunk
The club, act wild, it up
(Bottles & up)

are never accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me because I'm so ghetto
So many victims of homicide accountable for only niggas
Who to ride or die with me

Poured a out for homies who ain't here
Incarcerated niggas with numbers be gettin' mad
I'm 34, beyond all the glory
I'm the truth like the 'E! Hollywood Stories', nigga

king of the city, I'm 'bout to lock it down
Silly rap get smacked, let's get it now
Big dawg and I dop it the
I'm in the with a code million debt on my chest

Bottles in the air, fingers to the sky
My don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep money till the day that I die

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all gettin'
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money the day that I die

The club, what get buck
The club, G's roll up
The club, it out get drunk
The club, act wild, it up

& up
Boston get it
& up
MIA get it

& up
New York get it
& up
LA get it

& up
Philadelphia get it
& up
ATL keep it

& up
Chi-Town get it
& up

Zino, what up nigga
(Bottles & up)

(Bottles & up)