Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey somebody tell Ramone we some more of that Patron
Jose get more of that Rosei
We come to play tonight
Street

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get messages to her phone
Couldn't 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 the sour to a model
You might've seen her on the or a center fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones with canary yellows
A 1, 2 that'll make Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
Till the guns
And you're Yung Joc-in' in the
Get the cops it's goin'
little nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I swipe the black on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso what it look
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
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 about a
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
Plus I got a onion
Worth of that I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two steppin' to the
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get before I skeet
In city 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 effect of what the shit my wrist does
I tell you this
You better keep it her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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with the hood rats then pop bottles

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street niggas up and gatted down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Street Fam, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just where I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi Aviators real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the head a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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