Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey somebody Ramone we need some more of that Patron
Tell Jose get more of Rosei
We ain't come to tonight
Street

[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 head she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the with the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then the sour to a model
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 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
Plus I got about a
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

Start some shots then pop bottles
Flirt with the hood rats 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 Freck got them mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
thirty about to hit up Opium
Fab told to bring the Rosey in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
got the police we got bling around us
West I'm just reppin where I'm from
The got them bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
blinkin' at these bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the 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 some shots then pop bottles
with the hood rats then pop bottles