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 you lyrics to say?

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 of Slaughterhouse

[Ms.
So do you co-sign Slaughterhouse

Oh, well, of 'em. (haha)
Strictly I 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 just start something (So how...)
He's not just say, "Damn, I need attention.
So let me just on somebody for attention."

[Ms.
And they're close though.

are close.

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

I don't know. I know 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 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 one's you just gotta work hard

1]
My shit is out
Fuck that beef shit, that shit is out
Why is it for, peace over violence?
Niggas don't The Art Of War, we roll in silence
It always got to be that one nigga the loudest
That gon' do no poppin' when it's time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAAA
Fuck here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion into that shit
Put your dukes nigga, we come in peace
With them AK-47's, we from the
down, shhhh
You so
I know where you're at in your career is a low for you
I it
But understand
My daddy taught me
So it's foreign to fly off the and talk to cameras
That shit is lame, we don't respect
We why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll you
Look what that do
Look at you try to embody what's not inside of you
I you
That if you now
In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and you
I'm here for
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour 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 about 187
You not a
Not that 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
These niggas got the balls to say that I write no record
But them plaques on my wall say y'all read the credit
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the right
Y'all the rest
Get doe biters
Y'all goin'
Get your emo in
Later them vendettas
your liquor better
Let's play some
Go back and forth, who
You will give into a Koch deal from (finished)
Fuck here with that
Step your up
Your shit is garbage, you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest
Step your up
That Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy
I'm so
I flow with flame
to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I don't bother
I catch a body all alone I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figure's put on Jenny Craig
Look the prison built
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 to stick the clip in
Just ask my Crooked
Joey Budden got you trippin'

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