Luyện nghe bài hát Pop Sh*t

Ayy
Ayy, you who done fucked up right, you
Uh
Yeah, you
Yo, you too
Yo yo, you too
Let me pop my shit, yeah you too
we get, pop it
Your ho hit
Oh you talkin' your bitch?
The been lit (ice)
like this
Nah for real

Hundred K on my wrist lil nigga
Breakin' that pot and that gon' triple
I a tip for your bitch my nigga
I fuck her mouth, her throat got
up and hop out the car, drip
Fuck on a bitch, she a star,
Buy it and fuck it cost, drip
Try it and get knocked off,
They eat up the dab, Jaws
shop, crib came with a mall
Free my that's behind the wall
gon' stop till they free my niggas all
I can a movie, Seagal
No dribble, I
And roll up a Backwood Cookie as fat as a log
hop in the frog
I'ma go'n pop my
I'ma up at six
Number one, first draft
Coupe, it came the kit
niggas all around me
Lot of pussy niggas exist
Drank, it right under my
Starter on my bench
The cookie pack dense

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
Hold on, let me talk my
Tell her don't my way
I'll buy your bitch
No wings
You get fly like this
No strings
pop my shit

Don't be poppin', get with the sawed-off (poppin')
Whippin' cocaine, cookin' (coke)
Break the dope like it's sawdust (break down)
what the grind done bought us (look)
Catch the (catch), but I don't fetch the bitches (no)
your bitch, I ain't hit her, I was thinkin' about your feelings
(here you go)
I'ma glide on your bitch, do you me? (glide)
Shooter on the and pop wheelies (brrt)
QC nigga, pop (woo)
We ain't talk about the feelings (nah)
We ain't gotta about the gremlins (nah)
Paid shooters 'round me (baow)
Pop it off baby, kneeling (pop it off)
me my racks off the dribble (racks)
My papa up in a lizard (pull up)
The on that bitch like a gizzard (eyes)
I get the money so (racks)
nigga I'm makin history (history)
Set not for dissing (nah)
On a jet I'm flying the distance (jet)
Bad bitch she an (bitch)
the bricks to Michigan (woo)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop-pop-pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
Hold on, let me my shit
her don't look my way
Nigga I'll buy your
No attached
You get fly like this
No strings
pop my shit

Pop my shit, I pop it (pop it)
Whole lotta bullets in the
'em, trust the process (trust it)
I'ma break em down, (break it)
Cup of the drank too (woo)
Stashin' the in the cockpit (stashin')
Your want my kids, she swallowed it (uhh)
back up for oxygen (up)
FN a nigga move (move, move)
Put a nigga on the news (news, news)
Mama drunk, let you booze (mama)
'Cause her son done into food (damn)
Big name came the weight (woo)
Rear cam all in the (yeah)
Mix it in dog food, (skrt)
Finesse me a nigga out of (jugg)
You turned to a woman, (Jenner)
Crisp the lawn, mow the snakes (renter)
to the money, pace (stuck)
Hit the gas to the top, it's a (top)
My wrist, can't stop, (woo)
a bitch my cock, the taste (here)
Got a M in the locked (cash)
Mama found it when she broke the (damn ma)

Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop
Pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)
Pop shit, shit
Pop shit, pop shit, pop shit, pop (pop)

I'ma go'n to pop my
on, let me talk my shit
Tell her look my way
Nigga buy your bitch
No wings
You don't get fly like
No strings
pop my shit