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 about the times 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, barely missin
On the run, hell
Fresh jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the in
I niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall
Yall gave my hommie 25 a "l"
But the that killed my cousin, y'all 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 hustle I fall
I'ma have it all
Fuck them niggas I have up in my draws
No time to pause, as I smash off in the like what
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the only I can trust
An since ice cube said, it's really been a trip
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be by 6. that's why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, rest in pac
I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l with my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be tight
Fit in the palm of my
But I ain' t trustin a nigga
I walkin out the door unless I got my bitch
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 a 9 millimeter 'cause I ain't gettin buried
My glock be special ed
All nigga ain't strapped
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, the ruger out the lexus landcruiser
of slow ya roll hoe
'fore I put holes through ya
Boo-yah, my calliber got niggas runnin back to africa
banged up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
Grabbin on my
the shit
Momma kicked me out the
I smack that
Now I'm and rich
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got some shit for the mexicans and puerto ricans
New york to l.a., miami to
Black talons from my got them dancing the macerea
Little in my hood slang 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 with pussy juice on my trigger finger
Its an abel, now who da bitch-made nigga 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 nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
'cause nigga only got 1 to lose
An a nigga protect his own, playa
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye 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 next to you.huh, remember playa...
goes the nine, nigga
But tru niggas ride dirty an stay
An we it

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