Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - interview on Ms. Drama TV]

[Ms.
So did you OJ th-the 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 not a part of Slaughterhouse

[Ms.
So do you Slaughterhouse too?

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, 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 pick 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 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 think these can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be two years from now

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

1]
My shit is out
that beef shit, that shit is played out
Why is it harder for, peace over
don't know The Art Of War, we roll in silence
It always got to be that one that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no when it's time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA
Fuck outta with that shit
You way too much passion into that wack shit
Put dukes down nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we from the
Calm down,
You so
I know you're at in your career is such a low for you
I it
But this
My taught me manners
So foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras
That shit is lame, we don't respect
We wonderin' why the fuck you so
We know the swallow you
Look what that do
Look at you try to embody what's not really of you
I you
if you chill now
In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive and bother you
I'm for fries
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit 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 that 187
Cause I'm a
I'm about 187
You not a
Not about 187
You not a
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187

2]
Got the illest because I flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Told
niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record
But them plaques on my wall say y'all should the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right
Y'all know the
Get your doe
Y'all goin'
Get emo in check
with them vendettas
Handle your better
Let's some tennis
Go and forth, who winnin'?
You will give into a Koch deal away (finished)
Fuck here with that
Step your up
Your shit is garbage, what you to kick knowledge, be honest
Step your up
little Benz you know is lame
I'd ride in a remote control Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I flow with open
to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I bother nobody
I catch a body all alone cause I don't ride nobody
figure's been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison
You big up top skinny legs
Johnny Bravo
You with the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s without the swing, you to get out
I'm quick to stick the in
Just ask my Crooked
Joey Budden got you trippin'

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