Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey somebody Ramone we need some more of that Patron
Tell Jose get more of that
We ain't come to play
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 head she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few then pass the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a roll
I got them stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
the guns cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This little heart beat it's slowin' down
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
Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles

[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I know how to act
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
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 concerned with her neck down to her
If her right, we might even get breakfast 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 find her and you know where bitch was
Just a side effect of what the around my wrist does
I you this cause
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well her

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

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

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