Luyện nghe bài hát Double Shots

It's a celebration y'all, 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 on some shit, oh she still frontin'?
But back on the dick when she saw me thumpin'

Straight short nigga oxen niggaz 'em doctor stitches
First chance I get, you I'm shittin'
On them thugs, stuntin' in the club
get scuffed in front of these broads

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

Bounce to that homey we got locked
champagne in a wino hand we gon' pop and
Hate on you niggaz, we need not
first niggaz hate on us, they get shot

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

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

Yeah, aiyyo, I'm permanently bugged, thugged
I'm hot-blooded, don't have me the snub
All at you with the bullets spray pellets, you fucked
And I'm back up on with the hourglass cut

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

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

We out in L.A. we drive our own cars, they not
And take flights home to hop up in some next shit
While you tryin' to get your hand on cash
We never gotta money again, we got plastic

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

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

I'm on loadin' nines up, ridin' up, it
I'm hotter than the on the ave out in Newark
I'm grimy, you find me where the loot is with
The bodies, the hotties, the and the shooters

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

We gotta keep it real son that's only how the 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 more connections
Makin' more cash and blastin' more

party, don't 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)