Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her
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 her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of class got a ass as a dinner roll
I got white stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
the guns cockin'
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This little nigga heart it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso what it like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches 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 to keep the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance checkin for a freak
Really only 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 rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
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 with the rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
street niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get patted
Street Fam, Freck 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 make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm
The got them bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye
Nice cuban little chick the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the head a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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