Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

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

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Flirt with the hood then pop bottles

[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
a couple of straight shots 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 about a
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you where your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my does
I tell you this
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and down
Hit the but we don't get patted down
Street Fam, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay cool quarter up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches make a around us
got the police we got bling around us
West I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches eye lids
Nice little chick with the dark skin
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me jaws the band was shark skin

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