Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

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

Start with shots then pop bottles
Flirt with the rats 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 couches like I know how to act
These Dior shades cost a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin until I'm and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we even get breakfast before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't even in the strip
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a side effect of what the shit my wrist does
I tell you this
You better keep it her
Cause if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

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

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