Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

Yeah, yeah
what I'm talkin' about, my nigga
Bottles & up, BS up, nigga?
& up, no's and G's know

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

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

The club, what 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 rock the took me to a new level
I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored,
Roll up to the joint and the love it, the niggas hate it

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

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

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

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

The club, what 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
Throwin' Hypno and Henesie, she fuckin' with the
We continue to roll and the best trees
Puff an ounce in the club, for sour D's

Plus downin' of bub like it was ice tea, only bottles & up
That's if you like me, you got keys
lucky like 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 wild like I'm bustin' the gun
Everybody hallucinatin', set it off
callin' security, now it's

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

Bottles in the air, middle 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, real G's up
The club, it out get drunk
The club, act wild, it up
(Bottles & up)

Apologies are accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me because I'm so ghetto
So many of homicide accountable for only thorough niggas
Who to ride or die with me

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

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

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

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' money till the day I die

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

& up
Boston get it
& up
MIA get it

& up
New get it poppin
& up
LA get it

& up
Philadelphia get it
& up
ATL it poppin'

& up
Chi-Town get it
& up

Zino, uggy what up
(Bottles & up)

(Bottles & up)