Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

I just me a Coupe DeVille
Took out the air bag put in a wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna 'cause I'm from Texas
seen candy with the fifth on the back

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

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

These niggas keep like they want the funk
But niggas love to shit I fit to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suckas it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this I fit to pop the trunk

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

You niggas know that I was out of control
Slow yo roll for I put this straight to yo fo'
Head you off dead 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 some
Only to two people God and my mama
Far as niggas to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe boss

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

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

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

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

Under Cali's skies, smokin' 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 time for middle men and fries

Only money conversation and big
Let me talk to your boss man, the wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so
When pistols to cock, hands start to rise

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

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

These niggas keep talkin' like they want the
I he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suckers gettin' it
Man I'm on promethazine poppin' the trunk

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

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