Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - interview on Ms. Drama TV]

[Ms.
So did you give OJ th-the lyrics to say in 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 super scientifical, lyrical,
I'm not Slaught-I'm not a of Slaughterhouse

[Ms.
So do you co-sign too?

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

[Ms.
And very close though.

are close.

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

I know. I don't know how they close
I-I couldn't be 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 fan of Royce
And you know...I they can rap
But I just don't these motherfuckers 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 one's you just gotta work hard

1]
My shit is out
Fuck that beef shit, shit is played out
Why is it harder for, peace over
Niggas know The Art Of War, we roll in silence
It always got to be that one nigga the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' it's time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta here with that
You puttin' way too much into that wack shit
Put your dukes down nigga, we come in
them AK-47's, we from the streets
Calm down,
You so
I know where you're at in career is such a low for you
I it
But understand
My daddy taught me
So foreign to fly off the handle 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 that powder do
Look at you try to embody not really inside of you
I you
That if you now
In 5 I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru 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 mature for
It ain't 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
clocks] [shots]
187

2]
Got the illest flow because I it from my soul
You said you got The Greatest Story Never Told
These got the balls to say that I can't write no record
But plaques on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, and for the right price
Y'all know the
Get doe biters
goin' left
Get emo in check
Later with them
Handle liquor better
Let's some tennis
Go and forth, who winnin'?
You will give into a Koch deal from (finished)
outta here with that
Step bars up
Your shit is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be
your cars up
That little you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy
I'm so
I flow with open
Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke name
That's why I don't nobody
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 with skinny
Johnny Bravo
You fuckin' the whole Detroit, chill out
The S.O.B.s the swing, you needs to get out
I'm quick to stick the in
Just ask my nigga
Budden got you niggas trippin'

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