Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of that
Tell Jose get more of that
We ain't come to tonight
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 pass the to a model
You seen her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 that'll make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
the guns cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the it's goin' down
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
with two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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[Paul
Loso it look like?
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches I don't 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'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush that I in
until I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a
Really only concerned with her neck to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast before I
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side effect of the shit around my wrist does
I tell you this
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well her

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

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with the hood rats then pop bottles