Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

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

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

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

Homey so pussy, what they do to they
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 we got this locked
Like champagne in a wino hand we pop and
on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
'Cause first 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 goin' down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, what I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Just party, don't get yourself
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama home at the block
At the bar shots goin' down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, playin' 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 bullets that spray pellets, you
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
it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep bangin'
We got thousands to spend on them gangsta

Queens bridge, Mobb Deep terrorists
We through, blow shit 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 back home to hop up in some next
you tryin' to get your hand on some cash
We never gotta touch money again, we got

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

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

I'm on loadin' nines up, 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 buck it
'Cause niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up nugget
Knee deep in the grind fuck it

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

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