Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Goes My Nine

x2 (silkk & mo b dick)

Pop, pop, pop, pop goes my nine (tru 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 outta range rover
taz test,sober
Fightin fellon convictions, barely angola
On the run, it's
Fresh outta
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 said niggas me if they catch a nigga slippin
Yall
Yall gave my 25 with a "l"
But the nigga killed my cousin, y'all let that nigga out on bail
So I say, this
And I hit the on the streets
Keep my up on the seat
And my nine like a g
'cause i'ma hustle I fall
I'ma it all ball
Fuck them niggas I nine up in my draws
No time to pause, as I smash off in the dust like
Keep my nine, 'cause the only thing I can trust
An every since ice cube said, it's been 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 s-e-l strapped with my glock
Me an my bitch, we be tight
Fit in the of my hand
But I t trustin a nigga tonight
I ain't walkin out the 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 like
I keep a 9 millimeter 'cause I 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, goes the ruger out the landcruiser
Best of ya roll hoe
I put some holes through ya
Boo-yah, my fifty calliber got runnin back to africa
Bitch up my passport so I'm swervin in my acura
Grabbin on my
Smokin the
Momma me out the house
I smack that
Now I'm and rich
Mia-x said we got it
niggas tweekin
No limit got some gangsta shit for the mexicans and puerto
New york to l.a., to atlanta
Black talons from my got them dancing the macerea
Little kids in my hood slang dope an shit
By violence, brah
Pass the silencer, pop bitch...
I'm in my navy blue beamer suckin on
the streets
As we off that vodka
still in the nigga chopper
Gun slangin with pussy juice on my trigger
Its an abel, now who da bitch-made nigga banger...

x 2]

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Nigga gotta ya motha-fuckin self fa the 9-skrilla
Nigga ya need to ya motha-fuckin nine 'fore ya grab ya shoes
'cause nigga got 1 life to lose
An a nigga protect 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 might be right next to you.huh, remember that playa...
Pop-pop the nine, nigga
But tru niggas ride an stay strapped
An we it

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