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 back on his grind, to kill son
A shorty on some shit, oh she still frontin'?
But jumped on the dick when she saw me thumpin'

Straight nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you know I'm
On them thugs, stuntin' in the club
Don't get scuffed in 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 stop her from lettin' us blow her back

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 never gotta touch again, we got plastic

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

that nigga, yeah, okay yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out
Shit, 'til them fuckin' empty out player
boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music

I'm on nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it
I'm than the corner on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with
The bodies, the hotties, the and the shooters

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

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

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