Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get near to her phone
Couldn't less if you was gone
The girl took shots to her head 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 to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got white stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And you're Yung Joc-in' in the
Get the cops goin' down
This little nigga heart beat slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the thing on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso what it like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
a couple of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches I don't know how to act
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
the waitresses to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip
You couldn't find her and you know where bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my does
I you this cause
You better it with her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

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

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the club but we don't get patted
Street Fam, Philly Freck got suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
thirty about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to the Rosey in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
West Philly I'm just reppin I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
shots to the head like a marksman
She me jaws the watch band was shark skin

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