Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Got Popped

This *** got popped, this *** got
*** got found on the other side of town
With a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his
With a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his

*** got popped, this *** got drowned
This *** got found on the other of town
With a lotta bullets in his head, in his head
With a whole lotta in his head, in his head

It was New Year's Eve, I was it with gangsta
Fred North Memphis on another caper
Fresh the D mayne look like we on ki's
like a Chinese, we was on some trees

P's and our Q's, what us true's, *** on
Really from the hood, know a can happen
Ain't no surprise when them *** get to off
Ain't no surprise when choppers get to choppin' off

Could be alive once the drama get to off
Whip ya up like then mayne, blow ya toppin' off
a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'
See my *** Boo, conin', on his hustle

This *** got popped, *** got drowned
This *** got found on the side of town
With a whole bullets in his head, in his head
With a whole lotta in his head, in his head

This *** got popped, *** got drowned
This *** got on the other side of town
With a whole bullets in his head, in his head
a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

My *** said he got robbed, young skulls a jack
Say he had twelve *** and was low on his
Had a case pendin', so that took, all his
Said he might have to gon' pull out the gun and

Ask where I get the tools? Eyes lookin' shady
Smelled on his breath, then he upped a ***
Tone to my dome life flashin', 'cross my
Grabbed for the gun right he let a round off

Fred dropped the beer of the *** out the sto'
him in the side, then the fool let the *** go
Leakin' like a he done ran off in the night
For *** death, I was fiendin' like a hype

*** got popped, this *** got drowned
This *** got found on the other of town
With a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his
a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head

This *** got popped, this *** got
*** got found on the other side of town
With a lotta bullets in his head, in his head
With a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his

It's been seven days, we caught up with the punk
In the very same spot, duct taped him in the
In a Marquis, stolen rental car
Headed 55-South, we exit on Lamar

Sucker tried to resist, wanna it, *** please
Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his
I could squeeze mercy in but principalities
Maybe mama can forgive but you did to me

Mayne these streets it can get wicked in the south
*** tried to take me out, now my *** in his
Blew the out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay
South Memphis police his body very next day