Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop my nine (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 outta rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely angola
On the run, it's
Fresh outta
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the in
I said niggas blast me if they catch a nigga
trippin
Yall gave my 25 with a "l"
But the that killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on bail
So I say, fuck
And I hit the corner on the
Keep my up on the seat
And hold my like a g
'cause i'ma 'til I fall
I'ma it all ball
Fuck them niggas I have nine up in my
No to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what
Keep my nine, 'cause the only thing I can trust
An every since ice said, it's really been a trip
I'd be
by 12 than be carried by 6. that's why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, in peace pac
I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic
Me an my bitch, we be tight
Fit in the of my hand
But I ain' t trustin a nigga
I ain't walkin out the door unless I got my
My american express, nigga, this be it
Seven-teen kids to tag
Hollow tips, jack, call me al capone
But I'm dirty harry
I keep a 9 millimeter 'cause I ain't buried
My glock be special ed
All nigga ain't strapped
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, goes the out the lexus landcruiser
Best of slow ya hoe
I put some holes through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got niggas runnin back to
Bitch up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
on my dick
Smokin the
kicked me out the house
I that bitch
Now I'm skandelous and
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and ricans
New to l.a., miami to atlanta
talons from my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little in my hood slang dope an talk shit
By violence, brah
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
the streets
As we off that vodka
We're still in the chopper
Gun slangin with juice on my trigger finger
Its an abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...

x 2]

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

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