Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

It's Attic Crew, what I'm saying
Want our corner back, A-Town, home rule
For

like shake, rattle, roll
It all 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas hitting licks, who know
It's 50 niggas behind closed doors

So don't lose grip, don't run your lip
These pull them thangs
And they know worth a flip
But who's to blame, time done

off in some grease, slicker than it was man
Brand new look, 'cause it's a new day
hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you have fucked up

I was taught not to pay hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you it for sho'
said she ain't play, and they ain't play a radio
So I took up words, got back on the curb

Now I'm bumping like a mug, ain't no the 3rd
but dirt, being done
Ain't work, but it bringing in them funds
I said I'm in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly for hitting niggas for they bum nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner
The A-Town niggas want corner back
'em
We looking for 'em, be wid' 'em
back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

Now be prepared for when a time for us to bust
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, like
Deep in everglades, took [unverified]
Out in the battlefields, now it is

You understand as I fulfill the need
To it upon myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite unto the
So is it a for acting like a bitch

Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in shit
And if with whips, you trip
Ready to fight for you claim
As if it's a game of nuts, don't see what this contain

So now you in to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, you and me
And with speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
So nigga it is, 'cause niggas steady on the grind nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a black
The A-Town niggas they corner back
'em
We for 'em, don't be wid' 'em
Cock back and let thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

I'll get 'em back, to sack up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on fore'
And I know they don't, really don't a shit
All I know, these puttin' a hand on my profit

quit, really soon
Got thangs, [unverified] , right on the clock and boom and
You losing motherfucking mind, better realize
You gotta meet up these country niggas eye to eye

So, don't make no move
You outside your boundary nigga, the team rule
Remember my nigga, see we done put it for years
What the make you think we just gonna give it up like this

See your dividends, your friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, weak, 'cause money sure can't knuck'
Your casket you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt

Now through the dust I seen you coming a mile away
Now give me three within this and be on your way
'Cause nowadays these act as if it's all good
To around with smiles, as if they know they could

And if they should, I'd be the first to let these know
That I ain't the one to be played, so leave for them hoes
And to them fake ass niggas who swear they
Better know what to do before you yourself revealed

Pop, pop, pop, partner got bust, he's a gonner black
The A-Town niggas want they corner
Stick
We for 'em, don't be wid' 'em
Cock back and let thang, thang, hit 'em', get 'em