Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and a friend
on the Gin, I think he said trippin' once again
It no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin' yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya

You didn't know, they tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit 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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed
And act my age and not my fuckin' size
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
off at they dick suckers gettin' 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 crunk I had to pop the

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