Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop / Cutting Tonight Interlude

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

It's like shake, rattle,
It all started 105 Creel
And all y'all hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas behind closed doors
So don't lose your grip, don't run lip
These pull them thangs
And they can't know worth a
But whos to blame, done changed
Feet off in some grease, slicker it was man
Brand new look, cause its a new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have up
I was not to pay these hoes, to get these hoes legs up
See back in the day, you it for sho'
Grandma 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 trapped in thang, plenty years of being slum
And highly qualified for hitting niggas for bum nigga

Pop, Pop, Pop, your partner got bust, he's a gonner
The A-Town niggas want they corner
Stick em'
We for em', don't be wid' em
back 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, like
in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now it is
You can't as I fulfill the need
To take it myself, to thrash and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we unto the path
So is it a ?? for like a bitch
Youngbloodz, own, two strong off in this shit
And if them whips, you trip
Ready to for what you claim
As if its a of nuts, don't see what this might contain
So now you in range to gain the strength off you feed
But as you can see, you for trouble, thats you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on the line
So nigga it is, cause niggas steady on the grind nigga

I'll get em' back, to sack up my last little dope
I if these boys got a scope on your fore'
And I they don't, really don't give a shit
All I know, these niggas a hand on my profit
quit, really soon
Got thangs, ?? , right on the clock and boom and
You your motherf**king mind, better realize
You meet up with these country niggas eye to eye
So, make no dumb move
You outside your nigga, the home team rule
Remember my nigga, see we put it down for years
What the hell make you think we gonna give it up like this
See your dividends, only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, cause sure can't knuck'
casket closed you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the who got hurt nigga

Now the dust I seen you coming from a mile away
Now give me three this distance and be on your way
Cause nowadays niggas act as if its all good
To walk around smiles, as if they know they 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 who swear they real
Better know what to do before you find revealed