Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

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

Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em stitches
First I get, you know I'm shittin'
On fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the club
get scuffed in front of these broads

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

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

party, don't 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)

party, don't get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama 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, don't me with the snub
All at you with the bullets that pellets, you fucked
And I'm back up on shorty with the cut

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

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

We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not
And take flights back home to hop up in some next
you tryin' to get your hand on some cash
We never 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 goin' down, straight
While the DJ, playin' what I'm
(Pimpin' hoes)

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

I'm on loadin' nines up, up, shootin' it
I'm hotter the corner 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 cut ya, that's what eatin' your food is
Fools know the pull out your tools better buck it
'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your
Knee deep in the like fuck it

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

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