Luyện nghe bài hát Tragedy - What's Poppin'

* appears on Mobb Deep's "Free Agents - The Murda Mixtape (Bonus Disc)"

Khadafi Talking]
Yeah...Get it poppin'...No
shit... for your ear
Yeah...Two-Five

[Tragedy
It go one for my niggas, two for the bass
Three for that regulated out of state
Four for the guns getting shit straight
For them bitch ass niggas hate
And I can tell right now you really not knowing
When the guns blowing and your blood stop flowing
You can take it to the heart bitch nigga play your
All you saw was the spark now you in the dark
From the that I rep every nigga in my set
Generals to Cadets two-five 'til the
Inadvertently I niggas wanna murder me
But can't analyze G, The Mahdi
Flow so precise, thug paradise, five ice
Christ living the life
Niggas see the light when start losing pints
You can die by the gun or the

[Havoc -
hey yo
Eh yo a ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a plottin' I rep the dirty rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get these
And the first nigga tryin to stop me hit
And you know a nigga poppin that when it's poppin'
Had a whole world and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, cause I live it
You appreciate the God an up north visit

Thun I these niggas, cause they simple like bitches
And to damn feminine to with this veteran
the rhetoric, you know the led will get hot
You know this metal shit ain't nothing to with
Know I work that with a workman's will
Staring so hard don't make me hurt grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't real
man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass get killed
You ain't a man 'til you pay some bills
Keep it gully pimpin' before I had 4 wheels
The pipe game cool, but my game ill
Wanna fuck with a cause I know my shit
You owe that bank, I own my
Out the gate don't ask, can't floss my
It ain't who you know, bitch who you with

Hook]
Eh yo a ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit to get these chips
And the nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that when it's poppin'
Had a whole watching and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
Okay with it, talk cause I it
You appreciate the God like an up visit

Khadafi]
Yo I with, heavy metal shit for my thugs in Connecticut
Murderville nigga how you
Flow so sick, them niggas can blow
Better analyze what lies you trick
In the mix of some Queens niggas to get rich
Any nigga in my way can feel the gun
Get Du-Rag split with long four-fifth
Hand glide your hood in the six
Road for my niggas who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Road call for my who you wit? (Thug Shit)
Let it bang make it pop 'til your heartbeat
the game don't stop 'til the casket drops
The God run out of shots then they the block
Rep to the death for my on lock
And my dogs in the box meet you on the block
You know how the rocks, 'til we reach the top

[Havoc
Eh yo a nigga stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the rottin', (What's Good?)
Ain't shit tryin' to get chips
And the nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a poppin that shit when it's poppin'
Had a whole world watching and the whole boxed in (I'm Good)
with it, talk cause I live it
You appreciate the God like an up north

Eh yo a ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty
Ain't shit tryin' to get chips
And the nigga tryin to stop me gettin hit
And you know a nigga poppin that shit it's poppin'
Had a whole world and the whole game boxed in (I'm Good)
with it, talk cause I live it
You the God like an up north visit