Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

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

Straight short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor
chance I get, you know I'm shittin'
On them thugs, stuntin' in the club
get scuffed in front of these broads

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

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

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

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

We got mountains and we have a smoke fest son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we home used paper
Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we bangin'
We got thousands to spend on drinks gangsta

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

We out in L.A. we our own cars, they not renters
And take flights back to hop up in some next shit
While you tryin' to get your hand on 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 shots goin' down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, playin' 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' empty out player
'Cause boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me the music

I'm on loadin' nines up, up, shootin' it
I'm hotter than the corner on the ave out in
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 eatin' your food is
Fools know the rules pull out your tools buck it
'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind fuck it

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

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