Luyện nghe bài hát Pop U

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

Who nigga is
What that claim
Juve wild
an uptown thing

Soulja watchin' me
So let it rain
Just me the weed, the mic
And I'ma let it off the

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

Turn the corner
Motherfucker to sue me
shit to me so I can hit him with a two-piece
We rock, we he roll, where he got

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

Be in a trance it was
Your man's pipe in the
I've sippin' a little somethin'
Just stop servin' the
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
have to pop u

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

Now ain't no tellin' where I be
'Cause there's a other creeps
Prancin' around streets lookin' like me
Call 'em my doubles

So if you think you hit Luda' the Krueger
I'm up in Cuba 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, bang bang
Let my little partner borrow my
And hit bitches with the chain

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

Now how you like
I got momma pitchin' quarters
On the corner gettin'
And right back

I'm makin' tight stacks so if it ain't Juve or
Then can it nigga, we 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 gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You gon' 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

Got the Mack in the
And the nine in the
Duck when they
One time wanna ya'

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

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

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

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

It's ya' nigga
Live with fresh cut
of the highway
Ridin' that's the fuck

And you can keep hotel keys
we gon' 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 gon' 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