Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

We pop, we brawl, money til the day we fall

Double barrel (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a blood
My bitch ghetto, Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton whips that's on interiors
The shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots your bedroom door (bedroom door)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

Come on, cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack'
Five mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback
Shame on a Nigga, take it to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest
Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty
Thoughts are on E., must be on those pills

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall