Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

Start with some shots pop bottles
Flirt the hood rats 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 messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl took shots to her head like she wear on her dome
Me, I'm on the with 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 center
Lot of class got a ass soft as a roll
I got white stones mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the thing on a bitch
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles

[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These Dior cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of that 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 hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip
You couldn't find her and you know your bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you cause
You better keep it her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
street niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Street Fam, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches a ring around us
got the police we got bling around us
West Philly I'm reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Fendi Aviators real fly kid
Diamonds at these bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban little chick with the skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was shark

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