Luyện nghe bài hát Pop That Cannon

Banger, go
P, Cassidy
Full surface,
a rap for y'all

Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own
The chrome raise, put ya on ya own leg
Nigga I'm sick o' them AIDS
And my block got more rocks, the stone age
You afraid, you sweet like home made
Lemonade, if beef, then the chrome blaze
You could make the newspaper, with your own
And the news too, you know how my dudes do

We wear masks so you tell, who's who
And for the cash, blast at you dudes too
Wit the lead pipe, so get ya right
I'm in the Benz, rims, spin at the red
I'm for cash, gun in the dash
And I'm on 21 and a half's, for cannon
I got my gat, I walkin' without it
And I cock and clap, you just about it, nigga

Pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
Pop that Cannon, pop that
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't
It's motherfuckas, I ain't scared

So a pop that Cannon, pop that
Pop that Cannon, pop that
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't

Niggaz is fly now, and livin' a lie now
But shit feel wit a gun in ya eyebrow
No wit the Holiday Styles kid
wit a ton of guns, and he got a hell of an outbid
Like Cosby in the hood, I the gelatin out shit
on the floor of the van
'Cause you gotta these faggot motherfuckas
That you of a man

wanna fly like Mike, motherfuckas
So they won't find you, or your Jordans
Take a to be ordered the men
Give them a call, don't my money, in 24 hours
the cocksucka won't see his daughter again
It's like the that you seen, I'm the star of the screen
I got a roll for you to play, here
And six to the face, I dug a hole for you today
Holiday Styles, 20 soldiers in a day, what

Pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
Pop that Cannon, pop that
It's whatever motherfuckas, I scared
It's motherfuckas, I ain't scared

So a pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
Pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
It's whatever motherfuckas, I scared
It's whatever motherfuckas, I scared

Ayo I use to pitch niks, now I rhymes
I'm a get mine, legit, or the grind
Shit, my whole clique commit
Did time, been on the and grip nines
But I swear to you
I got my gun right here, I ain't of you motherfuckas
I'm a hustler, plus a cutter
I stretch butter, and got EX, now gutter

I came for war, you what them thangs is for
make ya blood stain the floor
It ain't a no more, niggaz gon' respect me
I grip gats, kick back like Jet Li
So test me, or the boy S P
'Cause I ain't get no fuckin' blood, on my fresh tee
You impress me, stop that Cannon
'Cause you could get rocked, when I pop Cannon

Pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
Pop that Cannon, pop Cannon
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't

So a pop Cannon, pop that Cannon
Pop Cannon, pop that Cannon
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't
It's whatever motherfuckas, I ain't