Luyện nghe bài hát Bottles & Up

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

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

Introducin' the nemesis, heard 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 girls it, the niggas hate it

Unstoppable, position myself to get
Incredible with these lyrics, I'm only better
I'm on a sour, my niggas, we poppin' man
want no bottles for niggas, you 'bout to lose, man

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

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

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

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

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' till the day that I die

in the air, middle fingers to the sky
My don't dance 'cause we all gettin' high
Semi in the waist, on the side
Keep gettin' money till the day 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
(Bottles & up)

Apologies are accepted, I'm on another level
Probably try to get me arrested I'm so ghetto
So victims 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 be gettin' mad years
I'm 34, beyond all the glory
I'm the truth like the 'E! True Hollywood Stories',

Zino king of the city, I'm 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 with a million debt on my chest

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

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

& 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 up nigga
(Bottles & up)

(Bottles & up)