Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

It's a y'all, let's do it
Yeah, y'all, bounce, yeah,
Yeah aight?

Cats like, "Hav', the deal Dunn?"
back on his grind, tryin' to kill son
A little shorty on some shit, oh she still
But jumped back on the dick when she saw me

short nigga oxen niggaz givin' 'em doctor stitches
First I get, you know I'm shittin'
On them thugs, stuntin' in the club
Don't get in front of these broads

Homey so pussy, what they do to broad
Beat them bitches up if they dance to the
of shit is that?
That won't stop her from us blow her back

Bounce to that we got this locked
Like in a wino hand we gon' pop and
on you lame-ass niggaz, we need not
'Cause niggaz hate on us, they get shot

Just party, get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama back home at the
At the bar shots goin' down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, what I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Just party, don't get yourself
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, straight
While the DJ, what I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, thugged
I'm hot-blooded, have me with the snub
All at you with the bullets that spray pellets, you
And I'm up on shorty with the hourglass cut

We got mountains and we gon' have a fest son
C'mon, feel like Vegas, we bringin' used paper
Ain't it amazin' I'll stretch how we keep
We got to spend on them drinks gangsta

Queens bridge, Deep like terrorists
We come through, shit up, America's
Nightmares here live in the flesh
Our blood and bone be sittin' in Ferrari's and

We out in L.A. we our own cars, they not renters
And take flights back home to hop up in some shit
While you tryin' to get your hand on cash
We gotta touch money again, we got plastic

Just party, get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
Leave all the drama back home at the
At the bar double goin' down, straight chillin'
While the DJ, what I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)

Feel that nigga, yeah, yo, aiyyo
Aiyyo we ain't gotta lay, we can bang it out
Shit, 'til them flamers empty out player
boy I thought you knew, don't confuse me with the music

I'm on nines up, ridin' up, shootin' it
I'm hotter the corner on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you me where the loot is with Luger's
The bodies, the hotties, the and the shooters

With dudes that'll cut ya, that's what eatin' food is
Fools know the rules pull out your better buck it
niggaz be flaggin' and braggin' when they cut up your nugget
Knee deep in the grind like it

We gotta it real son that's only how the people gon' love it
And learn to respect the Infamous to the kid
We on level, yeah, we really on some next shit
Got the techs spittin' and makin' more
more cash and blastin' more weapons

Just party, get yourself shot
(Uh, uh)
all the drama back home at the block
At the bar double shots goin' down, straight
While the DJ, what I'm feelin'
(Pimpin' hoes)