Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her
Me, I'm on the Rose the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls pass 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 make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops it's goin'
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

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

[Verse 2: Paul
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I know how to act
These Dior shades cost a stack
Rich Yung tee and with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
of Kush that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck to her feet
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
it rain and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you this
You keep it with her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

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

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool quarter up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab Jose to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
West Philly I'm reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real 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"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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