Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

It's a y'all, let's do it
Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah,
Yeah Aiyyo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, genuinely
I'm hot-blooded, have me with the snub
All at you with the that spray pellets, you fucked
And I'm back up on shorty with the cut

We got mountains and we gon' have a smoke son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we home used paper
Ain't it I'll stretch how we keep bangin'
We got thousands to spend on them 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 our own cars, they not renters
And take flights home to hop up in some next shit
you tryin' to get your hand on some cash
We never touch money again, we got plastic

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

Feel nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can it out neighbor
Shit, 'til them fuckin' flamers out player
boy I thought 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 the loot is with Luger's
The bodies, the hotties, the hustlers and the

With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' your is
know the rules pull 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 that's only how the gon' love it
And learn to the Infamous to the death kid
We on another level, yeah, we really on some shit
Got the techs spittin' and makin' connections
Makin' more cash and more weapons

Just party, don't get yourself
(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)