Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

Yeah, Storch
That's what I'm about, my nigga
Bottles & up, BS what up,
Bottles & up, no's and G's

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

Bottles in the air, middle to the sky
My niggas dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the
gettin' money till the day that I die

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

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

Unstoppable, position to get cheddar
with these lyrics, I'm only gettin' better
I'm on a sour, my niggas, we poppin' man
Don't no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man

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

Bottles in the air, middle 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

Bottles in the air, middle to the sky
My niggas dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, on the side
Keep gettin' money the day that I die

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

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

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

Make the crowd move like I'm bustin' the gun
hallucinatin', somebody set it off
You're security, now it's

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

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

The club, shorty what get
The club, real G's up
The club, fight it out get
The club, act wild, it up
(Bottles & up)

Apologies are never accepted, I'm on level
Probably try to get me arrested I'm so ghetto
So victims of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas
Who want to ride or die me

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

Zino 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 club a code million debt on my chest

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My niggas dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, on the side
Keep gettin' till the day that I die

Bottles in the air, fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance 'cause we all high
Semi in the waist, two-steppin' on the
Keep 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

& 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)