Luyện nghe bài hát Nigga Got Popped

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

*** got popped, this *** 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

It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it gangsta
Fred outta North Memphis on caper
Fresh like the D mayne look like we on
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 jackin' can
Ain't no when them *** get to poppin' off
Ain't no when them choppers get to choppin' off

be alive once 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 flow

*** 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 lotta bullets in his head, in his head

This *** got popped, this *** got
This *** got found on the other side of
With a whole lotta 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
he might have to gon' pull out the gun and mask

Ask where I get the tools? Eyes kinda shady
Smelled liquor on his breath, he upped a ***
Tone to my dome flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
Grabbed for the gun before 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 faucet he ran off in the night
For this *** death, I was like a hype

This *** got popped, this *** got
*** got found 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

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

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

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

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