Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get near messages to her
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 Rose the flowers on the bottle
I Take a few pulls then 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 white stones mixed with yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll Ciara Jealous
I got heat, do the sun if you wanna
the guns cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops it's goin'
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
Left two hos and some Mac stains in my Rich

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

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

[Verse 2: Paul
After a couple of 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 I brung in
Smokin I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we even get breakfast before I skeet
In every we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know your bitch was
a side effect of what the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You better it with her
nigga if I hit her
You as well forget her

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Flirt with the hood rats pop bottles

[Verse 3: The Billionaire]
Twenty street niggas iced up and gatted
Hit the club but we get patted down
Fam, Philly Freck got them suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
thirty about to hit up Opium
Fab told to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a 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 dumb
The Fendi Aviators look fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at bitches like eye lids
Nice cuban chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight shots to the like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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