Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

Yeah, yeah
what I'm talkin' about, my nigga
Bottles & up, BS up, nigga?
Bottles & up, 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, on the side
Keep money till the day that I die

Bottles in the air, fingers to the sky
My niggas don't dance we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, on the side
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

Introducin' the nemesis, you've of me
the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new level
I'm a bad motherfucka, stones colored,
up to the joint and the girls 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 want no bottles for niggas, you to lose, man

Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know nothin', dawg
Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' off
as zino 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 dance 'cause we all gettin' high
in the waist, two-steppin' on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day I die

Bottles in the air, fingers to the sky
My niggas dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, on the side
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

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

Make the crowd move like I'm bustin' the gun
Everybody hallucinatin', set it off
callin' security, now it's

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

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 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
(Bottles & up)

are never accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me because 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 niggas with numbers be mad years
I'm 34, beyond all the glory
I'm the truth the 'E! True Hollywood Stories', nigga

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 on my chest

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

& 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, what up nigga
(Bottles & up)

(Bottles & up)