Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - Saigon interview on Ms. TV]

[Ms.
So did you give OJ lyrics 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 like, and we just havin' fun with it
I'm not gonna, go, try to be scientifical, lyrical, mira-
I'm not Slaught-I'm not a of Slaughterhouse

[Ms.
So do you Slaughterhouse too?

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

[Ms.
And very close though.

are close.

[Ms.
But do you think they all get each other's back?

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

- Man talking]
From the say born...till the day you die
If you're one of the poor one's you just work hard

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

Cause I'm a
I'm that 187
I'm a rider
I'm that 187
You not a
Not that 187
You not a
clocks] [shots]
187

2]
Got the illest flow I flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never
These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no
But plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the price
Y'all the rest
Get your doe
goin' left
Get emo in check
with them vendettas
Handle your better
play some tennis
Go back and forth, who
You will give into a Koch away from (finished)
outta here with that
Step bars up
Your shit is garbage, what you to kick knowledge, be honest
your cars up
That little Benz you is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I flow open flame
Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke name
why I don't bother nobody
I catch a body all alone cause I don't with nobody
figure's been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the 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 to stick the clip in
Just ask my nigga
Joey Budden got you niggas

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