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 little shorty on some shit, oh she frontin'?
But jumped back on the dick she saw me thumpin'

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

Homey so pussy, they do to they broad
Beat them bitches up if they to the Mobb
Type of shit is
That won't her from lettin' us blow her back

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

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

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)

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, thugged
I'm hot-blooded, have me with the snub
All at you with the that 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' I'll stretch how we keep
We got thousands to spend on drinks gangsta

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

We out in L.A. we our own cars, they not renters
And flights back home to hop up in some next shit
While you tryin' to get your hand on cash
We never gotta money again, we got plastic

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

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

I'm on loadin' up, ridin' up, shootin' it
I'm hotter than the on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is Luger's
The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the

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

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

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