Luyện nghe bài hát Beer Bottle Up

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

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

Colt 45, No
Cops give me trouble, but they still trouble me
Hit the lights, read my
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really care
Run up in the club, me a woman (Oh)
keep them drinks 'a coming (burp)
Hah, come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I know, Shutup bitch, I'm in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me
Put hands up if you're with me (ooh)
the bartender, 'a hit me (Buch-ach!)

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

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

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

(Chorus 2x)

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

(Chorus 2x)