Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[Verse 1:
Due to the peer pressures of
Ya girlfriend ain't get near to her phone
Couldn't care less if you was
The girl took shots to her like she wear vest'es on her dome
Me, I'm on the Rose with the flowers on the
I Take a few pulls then pass the to a model
You might've her on the cover or a center fold
Lot of got a ass soft as a dinner roll
I got them white stones mixed canary yellows
A 1, 2 step that'll make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
Till the cockin'
And you're Yung in the corner
Get the cops goin' down
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 pop bottles
with the hood rats then pop bottles

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

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of straight of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I know how to act
These Dior cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and with the wings across the back
(Take my card)
the waitresses to keep the bottles comin'
Plus I got a onion
Worth of Kush I brung in
until I'm done and
Two to the beat
I sweepin the floor checkin for a freak
Really only concerned with her neck down to her
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast I skeet
In every city we get
Tip
Sip bub
Make it and we ain't even in the strip club
You couldn't find her and you know where your was
Just a side effect of what the around my wrist does
I tell you cause
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as well her

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

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street niggas iced up and down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got suckas mad
Stay cool quarter mill up in the bag
Withdraw thirty about to hit up
Fab told Jose to the Rosey in
I bet these bitches a ring around us
Ya'll got the police we got around us
Philly I'm just reppin where I'm from
The got them bitches goin' dumb
The Aviators look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these like eye lids
cuban little chick with the dark skin
My man Smoke said "Damn you off the hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me jaws the watch band was shark

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