Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey tell Ramone we need some more of that Patron
Tell get more of that Rosei
We ain't come to tonight
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 took shots to her head like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the on the bottle
I Take a few pulls pass the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the cover or a center
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Ciara
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
the guns cockin'
And you're Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
This little nigga heart beat it's slowin'
I pay cash or I swipe the black thing on a
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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Flirt with the hood then pop bottles

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of that I brung in
until I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my wrist
I tell you this
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got them mad
Stay cool quarter mill up in the bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab Jose to bring the Rosey in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
West I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them goin' dumb
The Fendi Aviators look fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches eye lids
Nice cuban little with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
shots to the head like a marksman
She me jaws the watch band was shark skin

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