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 No, he wrote his own lyrics. But...I'm not...

[Ms.
Did he give you lyrics to

No, but at the same it's 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 part of

[Ms.
So do you co-sign too?

Oh, well, of 'em. (haha)
Strictly I even co-sign Joe 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...)
He's not gonna just say, "Damn, I 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 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 they can rap
But I don't think these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on there we gonna be singin' two years from now

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

1]
My is laid out
that beef shit, that shit is played out
Why is it harder for, peace 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 to be about it
RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion that wack shit
Put your dukes nigga, we come in peace
With AK-47's, we from the streets
down, shhhh
You so
I know where you're at in your career is a low for you
I it
But understand
My taught me manners
So foreign to fly off the handle and talk to cameras
That shit is lame, lames we respect
We why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll you
what 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 through the McDonald's thru and bother you
I'm here for
it
Chicken
Give me some and sour 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
Cause I'm a
I'm that 187
You not a
Not that 187
You not a
[gun [shots]
187

2]
Got the illest flow I flow it from my soul
You said you got The Greatest Story Never Told
These niggas got the balls to say that I write no record
But them plaques on my say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right
know the rest
Get doe biters
Y'all left
Get emo in check
Later with them
your liquor better
Let's play tennis
Go back and forth, who
You will give a Koch deal away from (finished)
Fuck here with that
your bars up
Your shit is garbage, you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest
Step cars 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 self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your
That's why I don't nobody
I catch a body all alone cause I ride with nobody
Niggas figure's been put on Craig
Look what the built
You big up top skinny legs
C'mon Bravo
You fuckin' 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 niggas

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
[gun clocks]
187