Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Got Popped

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

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

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

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

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

My *** said he got robbed, young skulls pulled a
Say he had twelve *** and was low on his
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? Eyes lookin' kinda
Smelled on his breath, then he upped a ***
to my dome life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
Grabbed for the gun right before he let a off

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

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

This *** got popped, *** 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

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

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

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