Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

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

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

[Paul
Loso what it 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 Yung tee and denim with the across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the bottles
Plus I got about a
Worth of Kush I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
Really only with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we even get breakfast before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
it rain and we ain't 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 you this cause
You better keep it her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well her

Start with some shots 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 patted
Street Fam, Philly Freck got suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet bitches make a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got bling us
Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Aviators look real fly kid
blinkin' at these bitches like eye lids
Nice little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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