Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - interview on Ms. Drama 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 time it's like, and we just havin' fun with it
I'm not gonna, go, try to be super scientifical, lyrical,
I'm not not a part of Slaughterhouse

[Ms.
So do you Slaughterhouse too?

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

[Ms.
And they're very though.

are close.

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

I don't know. I don't know how they
I-I be close 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 great fan of
And you know...I they can rap
But I just don't think these motherfuckers can records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on 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 gotta hard

1]
My is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, shit is played out
Why is it harder for, peace over
Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we in silence
It always got to be that one nigga the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck here with that shit
You puttin' way too much passion that wack shit
Put your dukes nigga, we come in peace
them AK-47's, we from the streets
Calm down,
You so
I know where you're at in your career is a low for you
I it
But this
My taught me manners
So it's to fly off the handle and talk to cameras
shit is lame, lames we don't respect
We why the fuck you so upset
We know the streets'll you
Look that powder do
Look at you try to embody what's not inside of you
I you
if you chill now
In 5 years I will not ride the McDonald's drive thru and bother you
I'm here for
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' shot]
I'm just it
I'm too mature for
It ain't 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 that 187
You not a
[gun clocks]
187

2]
Got the illest because I flow it from my soul
You said yourself you got The Greatest Never Told
niggas got the balls to say that I can't 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 your doe
goin' left
Get your emo in
Later with vendettas
Handle your liquor
Let's some tennis
Go back and forth, who
You will give into a Koch deal from (finished)
Fuck outta here that
Step your up
Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to knowledge, be honest
Step your up
little Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I with open flame
to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I don't bother
I catch a body all alone cause I don't ride nobody
figure's been put on Jenny Craig
Look the prison built
You big up top with skinny
C'mon Johnny
You with the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s the swing, you needs to get out
I'm quick to the clip 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 about 187
You not a
[gun clocks]
187