Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - Saigon interview on Ms. 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 lyrics to

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

[Ms.
So do you co-sign Slaughterhouse

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

[Ms.
And they're close though.

are close.

[Ms.
But ho-how do you they all get each other's back?

I don't know. I don't know how close
I-I couldn't be close 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 think can rap
But I just think these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two from now

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

1]
My is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is out
Why is it harder for, over violence?
Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we in silence
It got to be that one nigga that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA
outta here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion into wack shit
Put your down nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we from the
Calm down,
You so
I know where you're at in your is such a low for you
I it
But this
My daddy me manners
So it's foreign to fly off the and talk to cameras
That is lame, lames we don't respect
We wonderin' why the you so upset
We know the swallow you
Look what that 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 McDonald's drive 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
I'm a rider
I'm about 187
You not a
Not about 187
You not a
[gun clocks]
187

2]
Got the illest flow because I flow it 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 them on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the price
Y'all know the
Get your doe
Y'all goin'
Get emo in check
Later with them
Handle your liquor
play some tennis
Go and forth, who winnin'?
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 Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote control Boy chain
I'm so
I with open flame
Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke name
That's why I bother nobody
I a body all alone cause I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figure's been put on Craig
what the prison built
You big up top with skinny
C'mon Bravo
You with the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s without the swing, you to get out
I'm quick to the clip in
ask my nigga Crooked
Joey Budden got you niggas

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