Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Verse 1: Lud

I hit the with all my ice on
I the lights on
My on me
Who nigga staring at my jewelry
Gang me
Bang me
We start in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you can't hang me
Run up in yo bitch
them kilos?
Got some bald headed
Shout out my
I knock on a nigga door, shoot him through the peep
I just knocked a out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun but in my squad, don't make call up Tito
Young nigga, but is throwing niggas like I'm
ain't let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door
This nigga on my shoe, we stumped a nigga in the floor
Say ya love me baby, whats the of that shit?
I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that and shit
Got a new tool, put a red beam on bitch
Never a bitch, I never bought a ring for a bitch
You gone make me pull up on yo motherfuckin
Get to
I shoot yo ass, 187 fuck this rap
Tec-9's, AR-15's, and a MAC 10
Im out west, where we gang bang and shit
Its in yo house, bitch, since you wanna sneak diss
On the
Twitter
Nigga this
9, I run up on yo ass behind
Are ya lackin? hit yo ass in yo spine
Boy Ya Actin, ya get caught in that jam, and a dime
was givin my mans top, while i was hittin her from behind
This street shit, call 4nem, we on that heat shit
Hot
Pull up on yo block, drop shit
We pop
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't all of that Rocks shit
My come
my gun connect, he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid
Filled stupid diamonds
I dont know what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, bullets gone hit yo face
Gone me catch a case
Young with felonies
Couldn't stay my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we pull up on yo
And then kill any
man, Im yelling many man
4nem jump out that van

Lud Foe] 2x

I off in the club with some thugs
And the semi
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't enough
I fuck a up, paramedics gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck a thug, cause my money up

[Verse 2: Lud

You don't get caught in the street
Chest full of lead, and a head of heat
Whats with all this twitter beef? we can
Give a fuck, see ya on the streets
You run, boa we do this shit for fun
be smart if you go and buy a gun
I got a fucked up attitude, very
Say its beef, now I'm shooting up a
Another came down, I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but don't get this shit
That boy don't wanna use his head, he gone
i shoot him and that bitch with this Uzi
Red Beams
flyin everywhere
Better run nigga, it
I kick a nigga door in, on the low end
Call em up and they
This stupid tryna fool me
We got enough in this bitch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flushing the traffic
Kill yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in
Nigga get yo up
get yo poles up
Young wild
They gone bring the up
You gang nigga
You dont bang
You slang
We gone hit yo
We gone find out where you hang,

[Hook: Lud

I fell off in the club some thugs
And the tucked
Heard you want a war with a thug, you ain't hood
I fuck a nigga up, paramedics pick him up
She say she wanna fuck a thug, cause my money up