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)
Every time I think about the 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, missin angola
On the run, it's
Fresh outta
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops chase the 4-5
My ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in
I said niggas blast me if catch a nigga slippin
trippin
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 corner on the
my nine up on the seat
And hold my nine a g
'cause i'ma 'til I fall
I'ma it all ball
them niggas I have nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust what
my nine, 'cause it's the only thing I can trust
An every since ice cube said, it's really a trip
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, rest in 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 nigga
I ain't walkin out the door I got my bitch
My express, nigga, this will be it
kids to tag along
Hollow tips, black jack, me al capone
But I'm dirty like
I keep a 9 millimeter I ain't gettin buried
My glock be like ed
All y'all nigga strapped
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, the ruger out the lexus landcruiser
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 swervin in my
Grabbin on my
the shit
Momma kicked me out the
I that bitch
Now I'm skandelous and
Mia-x said we got it
niggas tweekin
No limit got gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto ricans
New york to l.a., to atlanta
Black talons my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk
By some violence,
the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
Holdin the
As we off that vodka
We're still in the chopper
Gun slangin with pussy juice on my finger
Its kane an abel, now who da nigga banger...

x 2]

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

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