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 outta range rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely angola
On the run, it's
outta jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, chase away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, the clip in
I said niggas me if they catch a nigga slippin
trippin
Yall gave my 25 with 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
Keep my up on the seat
And hold my nine a g
'cause i'ma hustle 'til I
I'ma it all ball
Fuck them niggas I nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I off in the dust like 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
by 12 than be carried 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 strapped with my glock
Me an my bitch, we be hella
Fit in the palm of my
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
Seven-teen kids to tag
tips, black jack, call me al capone
But I'm dirty harry
I keep a 9 millimeter 'cause I gettin buried
My be special like ed
All y'all nigga strapped
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, goes the ruger out the landcruiser
Best of ya roll hoe
'fore I put some through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got niggas back to africa
Bitch banged up my passport so I'm in my acura
on my dick
Smokin the
Momma kicked me out the
I that bitch
Now I'm and rich
said we got it tweekin
Them niggas
No got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto ricans
New to l.a., miami to atlanta
Black talons from my nine got dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang dope an shit
By some violence,
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
Holdin the
As we brain off vodka
We're in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin pussy juice on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da 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 got 1 life to lose
An a gotta protect his own, playa
Nigga, live eye 4 an eye how tru niggas live
An if real bout the situation
Nigga, no mutha-fuckin body
Let cha mutha-fuckin gun be ya friend,
'cause ya might be right next to you.huh, remember that playa...
Pop-pop the nine, nigga
But tru niggas ride dirty an stay
An we it

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