Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

Hey somebody tell Ramone we need some more of that
Tell Jose get more of that
We ain't come to tonight
Street

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

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[Paul
Loso what it look
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
Dior shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the wings across the
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of that I brung in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
I the dance floor checkin for a freak
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might 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 your bitch was
Just a side effect of what the shit around my does
I tell you this
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well her

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

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and down
Hit the club but we get patted down
Street Fam, Freck got them suckas mad
cool quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw thirty to hit up Opium
Fab told Jose to bring the in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
got the police we got bling around us
West Philly I'm just where I'm from
The E-40 got them bitches goin'
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
cuban little chick with the dark skin
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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