Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my (tru niggas ride dirty an stay strapped)
time I think about the times you did me wrong (pop goes the nine)

1 (silkk)

See me an my
We be hoppin range rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely missin
On the run, hell
Fresh outta
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the in
I niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall
Yall my hommie 25 with a "l"
But the nigga that killed my cousin, let that nigga out on bail
So I say, this
And I hit the on the streets
Keep my nine up on the
And hold my nine a g
i'ma hustle 'til I fall
I'ma it all ball
Fuck them niggas I have up in my draws
No time to pause, as I off in the dust like what
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the only I can trust
An every since ice cube said, it's really a trip
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be by 6. that's why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, rest in pac
I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be hella
Fit in the palm of my
But I ain' t trustin a tonight
I ain't walkin out the door I got my bitch
My express, nigga, this will be it
Seven-teen to tag along
tips, black jack, call me al capone
But I'm dirty harry
I keep a 9 millimeter I ain't gettin buried
My be special like ed
All nigga ain't strapped
end up in the body-bag...

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3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, the ruger out the lexus landcruiser
Best of ya roll hoe
'fore I put some through ya
Boo-yah, my calliber got niggas runnin back to africa
banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
Grabbin on my
Smokin the
kicked me out the house
I smack bitch
Now I'm and rich
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got some gangsta shit for the and puerto ricans
New york to l.a., miami to
Black talons from my got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood dope an talk shit
By some violence,
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy beamer suckin on weed
Holdin the
As we brain off that
still in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin with pussy on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da bitch-made banger...

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Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the
Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin 'fore ya grab ya shoes
nigga only got 1 life to lose
An a nigga gotta protect his own,
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye that's how tru niggas
An if y'all real the situation
Nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin
Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend,
'cause ya enemy might be right next to you.huh, that playa...
goes the nine, nigga
But tru niggas ride dirty an stay
An we it

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