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

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

It's like shake, rattle,
It all 105 Creel Road
And all y'all niggas licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas these closed doors
So don't lose grip, don't run your lip
These pull them thangs
And they know worth a flip
But whos to blame, time changed
Feet off in some grease, than it was man
Brand new look, its a brand new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, you on your way
See somewhere down the line, you must have up
I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get these 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 them words, got back on the
Now I'm bumping a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
Nothing but dirt, done
Ain't work, but it bringing in them funds
I I'm trapped in this thang, plenty years of being slum
And qualified for hitting niggas for they bum nigga

Pop, Pop, Pop, partner got bust, he's a gonner black
The A-Town niggas want they corner
Stick 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
in this everglaze, took ?taser nuts?
Out in the battlefields, now it is
You understand as I fulfill the need
To take it upon myself, to and bash your ass
Now feel the wrath, as we ignite the path
So is it a ?? for acting a bitch
Youngbloodz, Atlantas own, two strong off in 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 headed for trouble, you and me
And full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the line
So nigga here it is, cause niggas steady on the grind

I'll get em' back, trying to sack up my little dope
I wonder if these boys got a on your fore'
And I know don't, really don't give a shit
All I know, these niggas puttin' a on my profit
Gonna quit, really
Got thangs, ?? , back on the clock and boom and
You losing your motherf**king mind, better
You gotta meet up with these niggas eye to eye
So, don't no dumb move
You outside 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 your dividends, your only friend, gonna get you up
And your back, looking weak, cause money can't knuck'
Your casket you got stuck in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got hurt

Now through the dust I seen you from a mile away
Now give me three within' this distance and be on way
Cause nowadays these niggas act as if its all
To walk around with smiles, as if they 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 them fake ass niggas who they real
Better what to do before you find yourself revealed