Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the pressures of Patrone
Ya ain't get near messages to her phone
care less if you was gone
The girl took shots to her head like she vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the
I Take a few pulls then pass the to a model
You might've seen her on the 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 that'll make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops it's goin'
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay or I swipe the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and Mac stains in my Rich

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

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I know how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
Plus I got about a
of Kush that I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we even in the strip club
You find her and you know where your bitch was
a side effect 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 well her

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

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

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