Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey tell Ramone we need some more of that Patron
Jose get more of that Rosei
We come to play tonight
Fiddadidadamm

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care if you was gone
The girl took shots to her 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 pass the sour to a
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 with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay or I swipe the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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

Cain:]
Loso what it look
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a 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
Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance checkin for a freak
Really only concerned her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
it rain and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my wrist
I you this cause
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get patted
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 the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches 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 the watch band was shark skin

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