Luyện nghe bài hát Pop The Trunk

I just bought me a Coupe
Took out the air bag put in a wood
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm Texas
Never candy with the fifth on the back

I'm comin' down the west end, tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was they doe

Nigga in PA, it's the wild, wild west
So we all pack pistols and we all wear
When the shit pop out, who stunt
Nigga shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk

niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk I fit to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suckas gettin' it
Nigga I'm high off this I fit to pop the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the
All we really came to do is just smoke skunk
These niggas runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk

You niggas know that I was out of control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper to yo fo'
Head you off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't like no niggas

In my face, to question me about some drama
Only answer to two God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the
Let 'em at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss

I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a
Sippin' on the Gin, I he said trippin' once again
It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me I'm dumpin' on ya
past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya

You didn't know, they tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that
Niggas that me know I specialize in havin' bump
You can have it your way from the shovel so we can pop the

These niggas keep talkin' like they the funk
Man his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick gettin' it crunk
'Cause I'm yo gal I got to pop the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you me a punk
tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
All we came to do is just smoke some skunk
at the tittie bar I had to pop the trunk

Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and ties
Even when we tell the truth to we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' we flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small

Only conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the wit the pies
And back yo ass up and act so surprised
When pistols start to cock, start to rise

Nobody too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the
And put lights out boom bitty bye, bye

I'm labeling my off of rap and weed highs
And act my age and not my shoe size
But wit' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the
What, the

These keep talkin' like they want the funk
I knew he was the I had to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they suckers gettin' it crunk
Man I'm on promethazine poppin' the trunk

Steady frontin' like a man but you me a punk
I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is smoke some skunk
To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the

I know they some bitches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas the trunk
UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the
Sippin' on Hennessey I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
Smoke somethin', representin' money, like too bitch