Luyện nghe bài hát Pop U

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

Who that is
What that claim
Juve wild
an uptown thing

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

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

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

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

Be in a like it was
man's pipe in the hole
I've been sippin' a little
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 gon' me pop you
I'ma to pop u

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

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

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

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 my necklace
And hit bitches with the chain

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

Now how you like
I got your momma 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 make me pop you
have to pop u

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

Got the in the grass
And the in the dumpster
Duck they pass
One time dump ya'

Hunger, what I got in my veins
Take shots from the
Just to my aim

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

I know you this is Crack
And he's and you mad
'Cause we did and they yak

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

It's ya' crack
Live with some cut
of the highway
Ridin' that's the best

And you can keep them hotel
'Cause we gon' 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 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