Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

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

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

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

Feet off in some grease, than it was man
Brand new look, 'cause a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, you on your way
See down the line, you must have fucked up

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

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

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

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

You can't understand as I the need
To take it upon myself, to 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 this
And if with them whips, you
Ready to fight for you claim
As if it's a game of nuts, don't see this might contain

So now you in to gain the strength off which you feed
But as you can see, you for trouble, that's you and me
And full 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, a gonner black
The A-Town want they corner back
'em
We for 'em, don't be wid' 'em
Cock and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

I'll get 'em back, trying to sack up my last 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 niggas a hand on my profit

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

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

See dividends, your only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, 'cause sure can't knuck'
Your casket you got stuck in red dirt
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 distance and be on way
nowadays these niggas act as if it's all good
To walk around with smiles, as if know they could

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

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