Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - interview on Ms. Drama 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 time it's like, and we just havin' fun 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 a faggot. He's a fuckin' faggot
But...he can rap, The rest of like...
Joell's my NIGGA. He not just start something (So how...)
He's not gonna just say, "Damn, I attention.
So let me just on somebody for attention."

[Ms.
And very close though.

are close.

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

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 think can rap
But I just don't these motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years from now

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

1]
My is laid out
that beef shit, that shit is played out
Why is it for, peace over violence?
Niggas don't know The Art Of War, we roll in
It always got to be that one that's the loudest
That ain't gon' do no poppin' when time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta with that shit
You puttin' way too much 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 where you're at in your is such a low for you
I it
But understand
My daddy taught me
So it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to
That shit is lame, lames we 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 inside of you
I you
if you chill now
In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive thru and you
I'm for fries
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' shot]
I'm above it
I'm too for this
It smart 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 Story Never Told
These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no
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
with them vendettas
Handle your better
Let's play tennis
Go back and forth, who
You will give a Koch deal away from (finished)
Fuck outta here with
Step bars up
Your is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest
your cars up
That little you know is lame
I'd rather in a remote control Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I flow with open
Note to self: him floatin' if he spoke your name
That's why I don't nobody
I catch a body all alone I don't ride with nobody
Niggas been put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison
You big up top with skinny
Johnny Bravo
You fuckin' with the 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 that 187
You not a
Not about 187
You not a
[gun [shots]
187