Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Got Popped

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

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 bullets in his head, in his

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

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

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

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

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

Ask where I get the tools? lookin' kinda shady
liquor on his breath, then he upped a ***
Tone to my life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
Grabbed for the gun right before he let a off

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

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

It's been seven days, we done caught up the punk
In the very same spot, taped him in the trunk
In a Grand Marquis, stolen car
55-South, then we exit on Lamar

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

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