Luyện nghe bài hát Pop U

You make me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u

You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You gon' me pop you
have to pop u

Who nigga is
that nigga claim
Juve magnolia
It's an uptown

watchin' over me
So I'ma let it
give me the weed, the mic
And let it off the chain

Y'all actin' like, that nigga it, I ain't have no money
Now I'm back, what the is
[Incomprehensible] on my lookin' gooey
These ain't Birdman's, these is real

Turn around the
Motherfucker to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him with a
We rock, we he roll, he got control

Me and my and them
Get the brains out hoes
If she can dance,
She can romance and slow

Be in a like it was
Your man's pipe in the
I've been sippin' a little
stop servin' the game
It feel good to be an OG, I'm it mayne

I'm the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, the
The nigga, nigga,
I'm the nigga,
The nigga, the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, nigga,

You gon' me pop you
have to pop u
You make me pop you
I'ma to pop u

You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u

Now no tellin' where I might be
there's a million other creeps
Prancin' these streets lookin' like me
Call 'em my stunt

So if you you hit Luda' with the Krueger
I'm up in blowin' blunt bubbles
On the double, lookin' for trouble we
The eye on my gat is cocked retarded

I'm lean, smokin' green and I'm so hot
I told machine's people me 'I Robot'
Bang to the boogey boogey, bang
Let my little borrow my necklace
And hit bitches with the chain

Its not computer love, I'm gettin' great
Got a hard drive but blow me out my mainframe

Now how you like
I got your pitchin' quarters
On the gettin' cornered
And come back

I'm tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or Luda
can it nigga, we don't even like rap

I'm the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, the
The nigga, nigga,
I'm the nigga,
The nigga, the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, nigga,

You make me pop you
have to pop u
You gon' me pop you
have to pop u

You make me pop you
have to pop u
You gon' me pop you
have to pop u

Got the Mack in the
And the in the dumpster
Duck when they
One wanna dump ya'

Hunger, that's what I got in my
Take shots from the
to straighten my aim

Now, I raise my finger, "Fuck the world"
And them donuts in that car better ya' hurl
Yeah, I'm 'bout my paper
I'm fully loaded like them niggaz in Jamaica

I know you this is Crack
And back and you mad
we did and they yack-ity yak

In the sack we slid in
Mommy shakin' ass
She some big bills
Tip drill, she a tip drill

ya' nigga crack
Live with some cut
Side of the
that's the best fuck

And you can them hotel keys
'Cause we fuck these bitches
Wherever we

I'm the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, the
The nigga, nigga,
I'm the nigga,
The nigga, the nigga,
The nigga, nigga, nigga,

You make me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You make me pop you
have to pop u

You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u