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 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, it's
Fresh jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, chase away the 4-5
My girl ask me why I carry the nine, with the in
I said niggas me if they catch a nigga slippin
trippin
Yall my hommie 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
Keep my up on the seat
And hold my like a g
'cause i'ma hustle I fall
I'ma have it all
Fuck them niggas I 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 since ice cube said, it's really been a
I'd be
Judged by 12 than be carried by 6. why its...

x2

2 (master p)

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

x2

3 (kane & abel)

Pop, pop, the ruger out the lexus landcruiser
Best of slow ya hoe
'fore I put some through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got niggas runnin back to
Bitch up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
on my dick
Smokin the
Momma me out the house
I smack bitch
Now I'm skandelous and
Mia-x said we got it
Them niggas
No limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto
New york to l.a., to atlanta
Black from my nine got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang dope an talk
By some violence,
the silencer, pop that bitch...
I'm in my navy beamer suckin on weed
the streets
As we off that vodka
still in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin pussy juice on my trigger finger
Its kane an abel, now who da bitch-made banger...

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Nigga gotta protect ya motha-fuckin fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
nigga 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 mutha-fuckin
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 niggas ride dirty an strapped
An we it

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