Luyện nghe bài hát Pop, Pop, Pop

It's Attic Crew, what I'm saying
our corner back, A-Town, home team rule
For

It's like shake, rattle,
It all 105 Creel Road
And all y'all hitting licks, who didn't know
It's 50 niggas these closed doors

So don't lose your grip, run your lip
niggas pull them thangs
And they can't worth a flip
But who's to blame, time done

Feet off in some grease, than it was man
Brand new look, 'cause it's a new day
Gonna hit a lick, buy a hoe, then you on way
See somewhere down the line, you must have up

I was taught not to pay these hoes, to get hoes legs up
See back in the day, you it for sho'
Grandma said she ain't play, and ain't play a radio
So I took up them words, got back on the

Now I'm bumping a mug, ain't no getting the 3rd
but dirt, being done
Ain't honest work, but it bringing in them
I said I'm trapped in this thang, plenty of being slum
And highly qualified for niggas for they bum nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a black
The A-Town niggas want they back
'em
We looking for 'em, don't be 'em
back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

Now be prepared for when a time come for us to
As I engage in ways, out as a stray, craze
in this everglades, took [unverified]
Out in the battlefields, now it is

You can't understand as I fulfill the
To take it upon myself, to and bash your ass
Now the wrath, as we ignite unto the path
So is it a [unverified] for like a bitch

Youngbloodz, Atlanta's own, two strong off in this
And if with them whips, you
to fight for what you claim
As if a game of nuts, don't see what this might contain

So now you in range to gain the strength off you feed
But as you can see, you headed for trouble, you and me
And with full speeds, you reapin' and tweetin' on down the
So nigga here it is, 'cause steady on the grind nigga

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a black
The A-Town niggas want corner back
'em
We for 'em, don't be wid' 'em
back and let that thang, thang, hit 'em, get 'em

I'll get 'em back, trying to up my last little dope
I wonder if these boys got a scope on your
And I know they don't, really give a shit
All I know, these puttin' a hand on my profit

quit, really soon
Got thangs, [unverified] , back on the clock and boom and
You losing your mind, better realize
You meet up with these country niggas eye to eye

So, make no dumb move
You outside boundary nigga, the home team rule
my nigga, see we done put it down for years
What the hell make you think we just give it up like this

See your dividends, only friend, gonna get you snatched up
And your back, looking weak, 'cause money sure can't
Your casket closed you got in red dirt
And I pray for the family of the victim who got nigga

Now through the dust I seen you coming from a mile
Now me three within this distance and be on your way
'Cause nowadays these act as if it's all good
To walk around with smiles, as if know they could

And if they should, I'd be the first to let niggas know
That I ain't the one to be played, so leave that for them
And to them fake ass niggas who they real
Better know what to do before you find yourself

Pop, pop, pop, your partner got bust, he's a black
The A-Town niggas want corner back
'em'
We for 'em, don't be wid' 'em
Cock and let that thang, thang, hit 'em', get 'em