Luyện nghe bài hát Pop U

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

Who that is
What nigga claim
Juve magnolia
It's an thing

watchin' over me
So I'ma let it
give 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, the cost is
[Incomprehensible] on my lookin' gooey
ain't Birdman's, these is real Gucci's

Turn around the
tryin' to sue me
Talkin' shit to me so I can hit him a two-piece
We rock, we he roll, he got control

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

Be in a like it was
Your pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a somethin'
Just servin' the game
It feel to be an OG, I'm deservin' 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 make me pop you
I'ma to pop u
You make me pop you
have to pop u

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

Now ain't no tellin' I might be
'Cause there's a million creeps
Prancin' around streets lookin' like me
Call 'em my stunt

So if you think you hit Luda' with the
I'm up in Cuba blowin' blunt
On the double, for trouble we started
The eye on my gat is it's retarded

I'm sippin' lean, smokin' and I'm so hot
I told machine's call me 'I Robot'
Bang to the boogey boogey, bang
Let my little partner my necklace
And hit bitches the same chain

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

Now how you that?
I got your 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 don't 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 make 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

Got the Mack in the
And the nine in the
Duck they pass
One time dump ya'

Hunger, what I got in my veins
shots from the Henny
Just to 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 mayne

I know you know this is
And he's 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 wants a tip

It's ya' nigga
Live some fresh cut
Side of the
Ridin' that's the best

And you can keep them 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 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
You make me pop you
I'ma to pop u