Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Bottles

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

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

[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 with the flowers on the
I Take a few then pass 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 make Jealous
I got heat, do the sun blockin if you
Till the cockin'
And Yung Joc-in' in the corner
Get the cops it's down
This nigga heart beat it's slowin' down
I pay cash or I the black thing on a bitch
Left with two hos and some Mac in my Rich

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

[Paul
Loso it look like?
Let's get it in

2: Paul Cain]
After a couple of shots of the Yak
I'm on top of the couches like I don't how to act
These shades cost about a stack
Rich Yung tee and denim with the across the back
(Take my card)
Tell the waitresses to keep the comin'
I got about a onion
Worth of that I brung in
until I'm done and
Two steppin' to the
I sweepin the dance floor for a freak
only concerned with her neck down to her feet
If her hair right, we might even get breakfast I skeet
In city we get love
Tip
Sip bub
Make it rain and we ain't in the strip club
You find her and you know where your bitch was
Just a side of what the shit around my wrist does
I you this cause
You keep it with her
Cause if I hit her
You might as forget her

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

[Verse 3: Freck The
Twenty street iced up and gatted down
Hit the club but we don't get down
Street Fam, Philly Freck got suckas mad
Stay quarter mill up in the duffle bag
Withdraw about to hit up Opium
Fab Jose to bring the Rosey in
I bet these bitches make a ring us
Ya'll got the police we got bling us
West Philly I'm just where I'm from
The E-40 got bitches goin' dumb
The Fendi look real fly kid
Diamonds blinkin' at these bitches like eye
Nice cuban little chick with the dark
My man said "Damn you off the charts hun"
Straight to the head like a marksman
She gave me the watch band was shark skin

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