Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some 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 ain't get near messages to her
Couldn't care if you was gone
The took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then pass the sour to a
You seen her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a dinner
I got them stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 that'll make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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

[Paul
what it look like?
Let's get it in

2: Paul Cain]
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Yung tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
until I'm done 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 breakfast before I
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you where your bitch was
Just a effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you cause
You better it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

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

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