Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - interview on Ms. Drama TV]

[Ms.
So did you give OJ th-the to say in that particular song?

For his song? No, he his own lyrics. But...I'm not...

[Ms.
Did he give you to say?

No, but at the same time it's like, and we havin' fun with it
I'm not gonna, go, try to be scientifical, lyrical, mira-
I'm not Slaught-I'm not a part of

[Ms.
So do you Slaughterhouse too?

Oh, well, of 'em. (haha)
Strictly I even co-sign Joe like (okay)...
He's just a faggot. a fuckin' faggot
But...he can rap, knowhatI'msayin'? The of like...
Joell's my NIGGA. He not gonna just start (So how...)
He's not gonna say, "Damn, I need attention.
So let me pick on somebody for attention."

[Ms.
And very close though.

are close.

[Ms.
But ho-how do you think they all get each back?

I don't know. I don't how they close
I-I couldn't be close with a like that (That's all...)
Yeah, I'm a fan of (Okay)
I'm a fan of I and I'm a great fan of Royce
And you know...I think can rap
But I just don't these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years from now

[Sample - Man
From the say born...till the day you die
If you're one of the poor you just gotta work hard

1]
My is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that is played out
Why is it harder for, peace violence?
Niggas know The Art Of War, we roll in silence
It always got to be one nigga that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be it
RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion that wack shit
Put dukes down nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we the streets
Calm down,
You so
I know where you're at in your career is a low for you
I it
But this
My daddy me manners
So it's foreign to fly off the handle and to cameras
That shit is lame, lames we don't
We why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll you
Look that powder do
Look at you try to embody not really inside of you
I you
if you chill now
In 5 years I will not ride the McDonald's drive thru and bother you
I'm here for
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour too and quit your buggin' [gun shot]
I'm just it
I'm too for this
It smart to go to war for this

Cause I'm a
I'm about 187
Cause I'm a
I'm about 187
You not a
Not that 187
You not a
[gun clocks]
187

2]
Got the illest flow I flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The Story Never Told
niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record
But plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right
Y'all know the
Get doe biters
goin' left
Get emo in check
Later them vendettas
Handle your liquor
Let's some tennis
Go back and forth, who
You will give into a Koch deal away (finished)
outta here with that
Step bars up
Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be
Step your up
That little Benz you know is
I'd rather ride in a remote Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I flow with open
Note to leave him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I don't bother
I catch a body all cause I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figure's been put on Jenny
Look the prison built
You big up top with skinny
C'mon Bravo
You fuckin' the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s the swing, you needs to get out
I'm quick to stick the in
Just ask my nigga
Joey Budden got you trippin'

Cause I'm a
I'm that 187
Cause I'm a
I'm that 187
You not a
Not about 187
You not a
[gun clocks]
187