Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

Start with some shots then pop
Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need more of that Patron
Tell Jose get more of that
We ain't to play tonight
Fiddadidadamm

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl took shots to her like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the with the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then pass the to a model
You might've her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
the guns cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops it's down
This little nigga heart it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

Start with some then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop

[Paul
Loso what it look
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These Dior shades cost about a
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance checkin for a freak
Really concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast I skeet
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
it rain and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a side effect of the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You better keep it her
Cause if I hit her
You as well forget her

Start some shots then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood then pop bottles

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street niggas up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get patted
Street Fam, Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these make a ring around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Fendi Aviators real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these like eye lids
Nice cuban little with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch was shark skin

Start with some shots pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats then pop