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

[Ms.
Did he give you lyrics to

No, but at the same time it's like, and we just 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 Slaughterhouse too?

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

[Ms.
And very close though.

are close.

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

I don't know. I know how they close
I-I couldn't be close with a nigga like (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 make records
I don't think there's one song on there that we gonna be singin' two years 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, that shit is out
Why is it for, peace over violence?
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 when it's time to be about it
RAAAA RAAAA RAAAAA
Fuck outta here with shit
You way too much passion into that wack shit
Put your dukes down nigga, we come in
With AK-47's, we from the streets
Calm down,
You so
I know where you're at in your is such a low for you
I it
But understand
My daddy me manners
So it's foreign to fly off the handle and talk to
That shit is lame, lames we respect
We why the fuck you so upset
We the streets'll swallow you
Look what that do
Look at you try to what's 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 here for
it
Chicken
Give me some sweet and sour sauce too and quit your buggin' [gun
I'm above it
I'm too for this
It ain't smart to go to war for

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

2]
Got the illest flow because I flow it from my
You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Told
niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no record
But them plaques on my wall say y'all should read the
R dot Montgomery, ghostwriter and for the price
Y'all know the
Get your doe
Y'all left
Get your emo in
with them vendettas
Handle liquor better
Let's play tennis
Go and forth, who winnin'?
You will give into a deal away from (finished)
outta 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 control Soulja Boy chain
I'm so
I with open flame
Note to self: leave him floatin' if he spoke name
That's why I bother nobody
I catch a body all alone I don't ride with nobody
Niggas figure's put on Jenny Craig
Look what the prison
You big up top with skinny
C'mon Bravo
You fuckin' with the 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 about 187
I'm a rider
I'm about 187
You not a
Not that 187
You not a
[gun [shots]
187