Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

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

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

The club, shorty get buck
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
Into the rebel, the legend, the rock the party took me to a new
I'm a bad motherfucka, colored, illuminatin'
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
want no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man

Buyin' bottles for brodies, you know nothin', dawg
Crush you something later fo sho, she breakin' off
Soon as zino through the door she got it jumpin' off
Grab chick 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
Semi in the waist, on the side
Keep gettin' money the day that I die

in the air, middle 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

The club, what get buck
The club, real G's up
The club, it out get drunk
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' the hulk
We continue to roll and blow the best
an ounce in the club, lookin' for sour D's

Plus downin' bottles of bub like it was ice tea, only & 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 finished until I'm done

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
gettin' money till the day that I die

Bottles in the air, fingers 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

The club, what 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 keep it

& up
Chi-Town get it
& up

Zino, uggy what up
(Bottles & up)

(Bottles & up)