Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

1: Fabolous]
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend get near messages to her phone
Couldn't less if you was gone
The girl shots to her head 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 soft as a dinner
I got them white mixed with canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll 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'
This little nigga beat it's slowin' down
I pay or I swipe the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso what it look
get it in Yeah

[Verse 2: Paul
After a of straight shots 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 with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got about a
Worth of Kush that I in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
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 every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't her and you know where your bitch was
Just a effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You better it with her
Cause if I hit her
You as well forget her

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

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty niggas iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay cool mill up in the duffle 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 bling us
West Philly I'm just reppin I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these like eye lids
cuban little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was skin

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