Luyện nghe bài hát Pop It

(Young Money) it on the Beat hoe
Walk up in this bitch wit a Hunnit
2 Rolleys on my arm hunnit grand
Bitch let the burn nigga no tan
got a young bitch fucking what she can
Pop pulla, King Kong Killa, T Raw da real thrilla and manilla
Make a pop pop pills til it's dinner
She a fuckin that's why i fuck with her
Whistle while you twerk singers
All up in the club throwing up middle
if you dry turn a bitch to a hinger
lay yo shit out now you you planking i'm sayin

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Uh 1 2 And the came
Brake a bitch pouring out the champagne
why you over there chillin with the little
you know, you ain't that my shit bang
Pop it bitch , pop pop pop pop it
pop pop pop pop it ,
pop pop pop pop it
12 and the bitch
pop it
pop pop pop pop it
pop pop pop pop it
pop pop pop pop it
All these hoes know my name

You don't give that's a shame
I find the shit funny like soul plane
put ice on my wrist the shit sprain
i'm riding round gettin two chain
last king , gang
erything dope bitch the Novocaine
say i'm the bomb
ho
blow the pussy up tear it to the sex
role 8 make them bend they back
for they ask she go
her seem like she act
stupid , a cab oh you broke oh yo bad
i don't cuff hoes they follow my command

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that ass up (up)
bring that ass (down)
bring ass up (up)
that ass to the ground

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