Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Intro - Saigon interview on Ms. TV]

[Ms.
So did you give OJ th-the lyrics to say in that particular

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 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)...
He's a faggot. He's a fuckin' faggot
But...he can rap, The rest of like...
my NIGGA. He not gonna just start something (So how...)
He's not just say, "Damn, I need attention.
So let me pick on somebody for attention."

[Ms.
And they're 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 great fan of
And you know...I they can rap
But I just don't think motherfuckers can make records youknowwhatI'msayin'?
I don't think there's one song on there 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 work hard

1]
My is laid out
Fuck that beef shit, that 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
ain't gon' do no poppin' when it's 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
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 wonderin' why the you so upset
We know the streets'll you
Look that powder do
Look at you try to what's not really inside of you
I you
That if you now
In 5 years I will not ride through the McDonald's drive 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 smart to go to war for

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

2]
Got the illest flow because I flow it my soul
You said yourself you got The Greatest Story Never
These niggas got the balls to say that I can't write no
But them on my wall say y'all should read the credit
R dot Montgomery, and for the right price
Y'all the rest
Get doe biters
Y'all goin'
Get your emo in
Later them vendettas
Handle your liquor
play some tennis
Go and forth, who winnin'?
You will give into a deal away from (finished)
Fuck outta here that
your bars up
Your is garbage, what you tryin' to kick knowledge, be honest
Step your up
little Benz you know is lame
I'd rather ride in a remote control Soulja Boy
I'm so
I with open flame
Note to 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 with nobody
Niggas figure's been put on Jenny
Look what the prison
You big up top with legs
C'mon Johnny
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 Crooked
Joey got you niggas trippin'

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