Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

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

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

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

Feet off in some grease, than it was man
new look, 'cause it's a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you 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 a radio
So I up them words, got back on the curb

Now I'm bumping like a mug, no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being
honest work, but it bringing in them funds
I said I'm in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for niggas for they bum nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner
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 everglades, took [unverified]
Out in the battlefields, now it is

You understand as I fulfill the need
To take it myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite the path
So is it a [unverified] for acting a bitch

Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in this
And if with whips, you trip
Ready to for what you claim
As if it's a of nuts, don't see what 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 with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on the line
So here it is, 'cause niggas steady on the grind nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner
The A-Town niggas they corner back
'em
We looking for 'em, don't be 'em
back 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, really don't a shit
All I know, these niggas puttin' a on my profit

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

So, don't no dumb move
You outside your boundary nigga, the home 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, looking weak, 'cause money sure can't
casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And I for the family of the victim who got hurt nigga

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

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

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