Luyện nghe bài hát Gold Bottles

ARs over here, they pop like bottles
47s over here, pop like gold bottles
Ain't no in your section, you got no bottles
Nigga we winnin' over here, we poppin' bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them bottles
Shit around my neck look like gold bottles
One thing about them ho, love them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like bottles

Motherfuck all y'all niggas, yeah, y'all I was over
Give a fuck about this rap shit, done it with soda
Got me booked in your city, then that's one happy
Give a fuck if it Dade County, or Dakota
My nigga told me to cook it, you know it was over
See I didn't no time, I went and whipped me a Rova
Heavy in that new pussy just a new Maserati
Talkin' wax on wax off like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Don't make her up that big boy like that scene off of Belly
Run with them lunatics, and G like they Nelly
I a mil on my hood, I'm like fuck a Bugatti
But when you get your first mil think that you Illuminati

ARs over here, pop like gold bottles
47s over here, pop like gold bottles
Ain't no bitches in your section, you got no
Nigga we over here, we poppin' gold bottles
Tell me why my wrist look like them gold
Shit around my look like some gold bottles
One thing about them ho, they them gold bottles
Extendos for my foes they pop like bottles

Fuckin' 'em like a scene, I got my and my word
thing that we celebrate is the first and the third
No True Religion
piece new edition
I moved them like magician
Then and copped new edition
Them full on my table
Pop shit like I'm Jaybo
My nigga when I say so
Chichi don't the yayo
I'm in my spaceship on Bank Head, that bitch I'm on fable
I want that heavenly head, I told her get me halo
If it's ever a issue, that big gone blow a whistle
If you come in my section tonight your nigga gone you
Off three off in public, that boy was the bread
Had to that boy Flipper they left a hole in his head