Luyện nghe bài hát Beer Bottle Up

(Laughing)
Yeah,
Comeon Homeboy, it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh x2

Afroman, Double H, C
Double OG, Checking in the tree

Colt 45, No
Cops give me trouble, but they still trouble me
Hit the lights, my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don't
Run up in the club, grab me a (Oh)
Waitress keep them 'a coming (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking
I don't know, bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me
Put your hands up if with me (ooh)
the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

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Take shots to the head, em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head's gonna (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your bottle in the air

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The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool
Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking
brew, taking blunts to the brain
Palms in the air, cause it's a thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your in the air (uh)
If you're real short, stand up in a (uh)
If you ain't quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a cigarette
Keep a beer, in your hand, take a swig chance you can
If you the urge, go ahead and burp, chill for a minute
Then take a slurp, Drink homie, don't want the bottle
To get all foamy, moving, grooving, around
in the air, chugging it down.

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Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, you don't care, put your beer bottle in the air

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Throw it in the trash, it on the ground
Stagger to the bar, get round
If you got alot of money, than
I'm another alcoholic will care
Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if good
Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun you get too old
the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone go to your voicemail
Take a little time out for
Cause Afroman is good for your

(Chorus 2x)

Take to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You tomorrow morning, your head's gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don't care, put your beer in the air

(Chorus 2x)