Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

I just me a Coupe DeVille
Took out the air bag put in a wood
Now all the ATL niggas jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never candy with the fifth on the back

I'm comin' down the west end, niggas to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the and started 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 I fin to pop the trunk

These niggas keep talkin' like 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 bitch I had to pop the
All we really came to do is just some skunk
niggas 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 this chopper to yo fo'
Head you better off dead than to fuck around psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case I don't even like no niggas

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

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and a friend
Sippin' on the Gin, I think he said trippin' again
It no stoppin' 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 tell you boy you listen
While I shoot this before you put yourself in that position
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 want the funk
Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the
Runnin' off at they dick suckers it crunk
'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the

Steady frontin' a man but you show me a punk
Nigga to jack 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 blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and ties
when we tell the truth to hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, ninety we flies
Ain't got no for middle men and small fries

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

move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the
And put lights out with boom bye, bye

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

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

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

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