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 range rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, missin angola
On the run, hell
outta jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I the nine, with the clip in
I said blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
trippin
Yall gave my 25 with a "l"
But the nigga that killed my cousin, y'all let that out on bail
So I say, this
And I hit the on the streets
my nine up on the seat
And hold my nine a g
'cause i'ma hustle 'til I
have it all ball
Fuck them niggas I have nine up in my
No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the thing I can trust
An every ice cube 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 in my 500 s-e-l strapped with my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be tight
Fit in the of my hand
But I ain' t trustin a tonight
I ain't out the door unless I got my bitch
My american express, nigga, will be it
kids to tag along
Hollow tips, black jack, call me al
But I'm dirty harry
I keep a 9 'cause I ain't gettin buried
My glock be like ed
All y'all ain't strapped
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

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

x 2]

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Check it out
gotta protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to grab ya motha-fuckin 'fore ya grab ya shoes
'cause only got 1 life to lose
An a gotta protect his own, playa
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye how tru niggas live
An if y'all bout the situation
Nigga, no mutha-fuckin body
Let cha gun be ya friend, nigga
'cause ya enemy might be right next to you.huh, remember playa...
goes the nine, nigga
But tru niggas dirty an stay strapped
An we it

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