Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Got Popped

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

This *** got popped, this *** got
This *** got found on the other side of
a whole lotta 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 kickin' it with
outta North Memphis on another caper
Fresh like the D look like we on ki's
Eyes like a Chinese, we was on trees

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

Could be alive the drama get to hoppin' off
Whip ya up cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off
Made a 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 other side of
With a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his
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 lotta in his head, in his head
With a whole 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' out the gun and mask

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

Fred dropped the beer of the *** comin' out the
Shot him in the side, the fool let the *** go
Leakin' like a faucet he ran off in the night
For this *** death, I was fiendin' like a

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

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

It's been seven days, we done caught up with the
In the very spot, duct taped him in the trunk
In a Grand Marquis, rental car
Headed 55-South, then we on Lamar

tried to resist, wanna squash it, *** please
Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, in his knees
I could squeeze in but it's principalities
Maybe mama can but you did this to me

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