Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru niggas ride 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, hell
Fresh outta
That's no life, me a nine, cops chase away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I the nine, with the clip in
I niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall
Yall gave my hommie 25 a "l"
But the nigga that killed my cousin, y'all let that out on bail
So I say, fuck
And I hit the on the streets
my nine up on the seat
And hold my like a g
'cause i'ma hustle 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 it's the thing I can trust
An every since ice cube said, it's really been a
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be by 6. that's why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, in peace pac
I'm ridin in my 500 strapped with my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be tight
Fit in the palm of my
But I ain' t a nigga tonight
I ain't out the door unless 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 'cause I ain't gettin
My glock be special 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 slow ya hoe
'fore I put some holes ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got runnin back to africa
banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
Grabbin on my
Smokin the
kicked me out the house
I smack that
Now I'm skandelous and
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got some gangsta shit for the and puerto ricans
New to l.a., miami to atlanta
talons from my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood dope an talk shit
By some violence,
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer on weed
Holdin the
As we brain off that
We're still in the nigga
Gun slangin pussy juice on my trigger finger
Its an abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...

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

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