Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

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

like shake, rattle, roll
It all started 105 Creel
And all y'all niggas licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind these doors

So don't your grip, don't run your lip
These niggas pull them
And they can't know worth a
But who's to blame, time changed

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

I was not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you know it for
Grandma said she ain't play, and they ain't 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 honest work, but it bringing in funds
I said I'm trapped in thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for they bum

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

Now be prepared for when a time come for us to
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, craze
Deep in this everglades, took
Out in the battlefields, now it is

You can't understand as I fulfill the
To take it myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a [unverified] for acting a bitch

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

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

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

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

Gonna quit, really
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, make no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home team
my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the make you think we just gonna give it up like this

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

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

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

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