Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

I just 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 with the fifth on the back

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and 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 hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya

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

These niggas keep talkin' like they want the
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 like a man but you show me a punk
Nigga tried to my car I had to pop the trunk
All we really to do is just smoke some skunk
Smokin' at the 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' ninety we
Ain't got no time for middle men and fries

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

Nobody move too fast I
Or you can catch a hot one right ya eyes
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 wit' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we to pop the trunk
What, the

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

Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a
I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just some skunk
To it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk

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