Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer of Patrone
Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl took shots to her head like she vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then pass the sour to a
You might've seen her on the cover or a fold
Lot of class got a ass soft as a roll
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the cockin'
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops it's down
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay cash or I swipe the thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and Mac stains in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso what it like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
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 tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush that I in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned her neck down to her feet
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't 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 better 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 up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Fendi Aviators real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these like eye lids
Nice cuban chick with the dark skin
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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