Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

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

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

So don't lose your grip, 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, slicker it was man
Brand new look, it's a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on way
See somewhere down the line, you must have up

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

Now I'm bumping like a mug, no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, being
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them
I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being
And highly for hitting niggas for they bum nigga

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

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

You can't understand as I the need
To take it upon myself, to thrash and bash ass
Now feel the wrath, as we unto the path
So is it a [unverified] for like a bitch

Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in this
And if them whips, you trip
to fight for what you claim
As if it's a game of nuts, see what this might contain

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

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 and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

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

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

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

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

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

And if they should, I'd be the first to let niggas know
That I ain't the one to be played, so 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, be wid' 'em
Cock back and let thang, thang, hit 'em', get 'em