Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru niggas 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, hell
Fresh 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 niggas blast me if they catch a slippin
Yall
Yall gave my 25 with a "l"
But the nigga that killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on
So I say, fuck
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
I'ma it all ball
them 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 thing I can trust
An every since ice cube said, it's really a trip
I'd be
Judged by 12 be carried 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 hella
Fit in the palm of my
But I ain' t trustin a nigga
I ain't walkin out the unless I got my bitch
My express, nigga, this will be it
Seven-teen kids to tag
tips, black jack, call me al capone
But I'm like harry
I keep a 9 millimeter 'cause I 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 ruger out the lexus
of slow ya roll hoe
'fore I put holes through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got niggas runnin to africa
Bitch up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
Grabbin on my
Smokin the
Momma kicked me out the
I smack bitch
Now I'm and rich
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto
New york to l.a., miami to
Black talons my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang an talk shit
By violence, brah
the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my navy beamer suckin on weed
Holdin the
As we brain off that
We're still in the nigga
Gun slangin with pussy on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da bitch-made banger...

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Check it out
Nigga protect ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
'cause only got 1 life to lose
An a nigga gotta his own, playa
Nigga, eye 4 an eye that's how tru niggas live
An if y'all bout the situation
Nigga, trust no body
Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend,
'cause ya enemy be right 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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