Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

It's a celebration y'all, do it
Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah,
Yeah aight?

Cats like, "Hav', the deal Dunn?"
Nigga back on his grind, tryin' to son
A shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'?
But jumped back on the dick she saw me thumpin'

Straight short nigga niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you I'm shittin'
On them fake-ass thugs, in the club
Don't get scuffed in front of broads

Homey so pussy, what they do to they
Beat bitches up if they dance to the Mobb
of shit is that?
That won't stop her from us blow her back

Bounce to that homey we got this
Like champagne in a wino hand we pop and
on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
'Cause first niggaz hate on us, they get

Just party, get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, chillin'
While the DJ, playin' what I'm
(Pimpin' hoes)

Just party, don't get yourself
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the back home at the block
At the bar double shots down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, playin' what I'm
(Pimpin' hoes)

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, thugged
I'm hot-blooded, don't me with the snub
All at you with the bullets spray pellets, you fucked
And I'm up on shorty with the hourglass cut

We got mountains and we gon' a smoke fest son
C'mon, feel Vegas, we bringin' home used paper
Ain't it amazin' stretch how we keep bangin'
We got to spend on them drinks gangsta

Queens bridge, Mobb Deep like
We through, blow shit up, America's
Nightmares right here live in the
Our blood and bone be sittin' in and better

We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, not renters
And take flights back home to hop up in some shit
you tryin' to get your hand on some cash
We gotta touch money again, we got plastic

Just party, don't get yourself
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, straight
While the DJ, playin' I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Feel nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out
Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers empty out
'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me the music

I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, it
I'm hotter the corner on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with
The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the

dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is
Fools know the rules pull out tools better buck it
'Cause be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind fuck it

We gotta keep it real son that's only how the people gon' it
And to respect the Infamous to the death kid
We on another level, yeah, we really on some shit
Got the spittin' and makin' more connections
Makin' more and blastin' more weapons

party, don't get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama home at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, straight
While the DJ, playin' I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)