Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

like, "Hav', what the deal Dunn?"
Nigga 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'

short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
First I get, you know I'm shittin'
On them fake-ass thugs, stuntin' in the
Don't get in front of these broads

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

to that homey 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 back at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, straight
While the DJ, playin' I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Just party, don't get 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)

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

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

Queens bridge, Mobb like terrorists
We come through, shit up, America's
Nightmares right live in the flesh
Our blood and bone be sittin' in 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 gotta touch money again, we got

Just party, don't get yourself
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama back home at the
At the bar double goin' down, straight 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 flamers empty out player
'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't me with the music

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

With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what 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 like fuck it

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

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