Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru niggas ride dirty an strapped)
Every time I think the times you did me wrong (pop goes the nine)

1 (silkk)

See me an my
We be hoppin outta range
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, missin angola
On the run, it's
outta jail
That's no life, carry me a nine, cops away the 4-5
My ask me why I carry the nine, with the clip in
I niggas blast me if they catch a nigga slippin
trippin
Yall gave my hommie 25 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 my nine like a g
i'ma hustle 'til I fall
I'ma have it all
Fuck them niggas I have nine up in my
No time to pause, as I smash off in the like what
Keep my nine, 'cause it's the only thing I can
An every since ice cube said, it's really been a
I'd be
by 12 than be carried by 6. that's why its...

x2

2 (master p)

Picture me rollin, in peace pac
I'm ridin in my 500 s-e-l strapped my plastic glock
Me an my bitch, we be hella
Fit in the of my hand
But I ain' t trustin a tonight
I walkin out the door unless I got my bitch
My american express, nigga, will be it
Seven-teen kids to tag
Hollow tips, black jack, call me al
But I'm dirty like
I keep a 9 'cause I ain't gettin buried
My glock be like ed
All y'all nigga ain't
end up in the body-bag...

x2

3 (kane & abel)

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

x 2]

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

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