Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

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 back on the when she saw me thumpin'

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

Homey so pussy, they do to they broad
Beat them bitches up if they to the Mobb
Type of shit is
That stop her from lettin' us blow her back

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

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

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

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm bugged, genuinely thugged
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 with the hourglass cut

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

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

We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, not renters
And take flights back home to hop up in some next
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 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, them fuckin' flamers empty out player
boy I thought you knew, don't confuse 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 find me where the loot is with
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 better buck it
'Cause be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind fuck it

We keep 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 some shit
Got the techs spittin' and makin' connections
Makin' more cash and more weapons

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