Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

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

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

[Paul
Loso what it look
Let's get it in

[Verse 2: Cain]
After a of straight shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the like I don't know how to act
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich tee and denim with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of Kush that I in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor checkin for a
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her right, we might even get breakfast before I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I tell you this
You better keep it her
nigga if I hit her
You might as forget her

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

[Verse 3: Freck The
street niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get patted
Street Fam, Philly got them suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches make a around us
Ya'll got the we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just reppin where I'm
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
Nice little chick with the dark 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 shots then pop bottles
Flirt the hood rats then pop bottles