Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

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

1 (silkk)

See me an my
We be outta range rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely angola
On the run, hell
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 they catch a slippin
trippin
Yall gave my hommie 25 a "l"
But the nigga killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on bail
So I say, fuck
And I hit the on the streets
Keep my nine up on the
And my nine like a g
'cause hustle 'til I fall
I'ma have it all
Fuck niggas I have nine up in my draws
No to pause, as I smash off in the dust like what
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the only 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, this be it
kids to tag along
Hollow tips, jack, call me al capone
But I'm dirty harry
I keep a 9 'cause 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, goes the out the lexus landcruiser
of slow ya roll hoe
'fore I put holes through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty got niggas runnin back to africa
Bitch banged up my so I'm swervin in my acura
on my dick
Smokin the
Momma kicked me out the
I that bitch
Now I'm and rich
Mia-x we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto ricans
New york to l.a., miami to
Black talons my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood dope an talk shit
By violence, brah
the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
the streets
As we off that vodka
We're still in the nigga
Gun slangin with pussy on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da bitch-made 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 got 1 life to lose
An a nigga gotta protect his own,
Nigga, eye 4 an eye that's how tru niggas live
An if real bout the situation
Nigga, trust no mutha-fuckin
Let cha gun be ya friend, nigga
'cause ya enemy might be right 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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