Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru ride dirty an stay strapped)
Every time I 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, missin angola
On the run, hell
Fresh jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, the clip in
I said niggas blast me if catch a nigga slippin
Yall
gave my hommie 25 with a "l"
But the nigga killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on bail
So I say, this
And I hit the on the streets
Keep my nine up on the
And my nine like a g
i'ma hustle 'til I fall
I'ma have it all
Fuck them niggas I nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I off in the dust like what
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the only thing I can
An every since ice cube said, really been a trip
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. why its...

x2

2 (master p)

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

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the lexus
Best of ya roll hoe
I put some holes through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got runnin back to africa
Bitch banged up my passport so I'm in my acura
Grabbin on my
Smokin the
kicked me out the house
I smack bitch
Now I'm and rich
Mia-x said we got it
Them tweekin
No limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto
New to l.a., miami to atlanta
Black from my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang an talk shit
By some violence,
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
the streets
As we brain off vodka
We're in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin pussy juice on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da nigga banger...

x 2]

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

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