Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

I bought me a Coupe DeVille
out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the on the back

I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to
And bust a right Coney Island pop the and started cappin'
Niggas was put they Burbon to the floor nigga
to bust back but I was penetrating they doe

Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild
So we all pack pistols and we all vests
When the shit pop out, who stunt
ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like they the funk
But niggas to talk shit I fit to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick gettin' it crunk
Nigga I'm high off weed I fit to pop the trunk

frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a I had to pop the trunk
All we came to do is just smoke some skunk
These niggas runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

You niggas didn't know that I was out of
Slow yo roll for I put chopper straight to yo fo'
Head you better off than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no

In my face, trying to question me about drama
Only to two people God and my mama
Far as tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

I bet you mind in, run and tell a friend
Sippin' on the Gin, I think he said trippin' once
It ain't no me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window on ya

You didn't know, didn't tell you boy you better listen
While I this shit before you put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I specialize in bump
You can have it your way from the so we can pop the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like want the funk
Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the
Runnin' off at they dick suckers gettin' it
I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the
All we really came to do is smoke some skunk
at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

Under Cali's blue skies, on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we the truth to hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' we flies
Ain't got no for middle men and small fries

money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the
And back yo ass up and act so surprised
When pistols to cock, hands start to rise

Nobody move too fast I
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya
Recognize I set me sights on the prize
And put lights out boom bitty bye, bye

I'm labeling my life off of rap and highs
And act my age and not my fuckin' shoe
But fuckin' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the
What, the

niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the
Runnin' off at they dick suckers it crunk
Man I'm sippin' on promethazine poppin' the

Steady like a man but you show me a punk
[Incomprehensible] I had to pop the
All we really came to do is just smoke skunk
To make it, make it I had to pop the trunk

I know that they some bitches had to pop the
California to Texas the trunk
UGK and Celly we 'bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk,
somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke somethin', money, like too short bitch