Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

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

Straight nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you I'm shittin'
On them thugs, stuntin' in the club
get scuffed in front of these broads

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

Bounce to that we got this locked
Like champagne in a wino hand we pop and
Hate on you niggaz, we need not
'Cause first niggaz on us, they get shot

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

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

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

We got and we gon' have a smoke fest son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' used paper
Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep
We got thousands to spend on drinks gangsta

bridge, Mobb Deep like terrorists
We come through, blow up, America's
Nightmares right live in the flesh
Our and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and better

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

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

Feel that nigga, yeah, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we gotta lay, we can bang it out neighbor
Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers out player
'Cause boy I you knew, don't confuse me with the music

I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, it
I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in
I'm grimy, you find me where the is with Luger's
The bodies, the hotties, the and the shooters

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

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

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