Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Verse 1: Lud

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

Lud Foe] 2x

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

[Verse 2: Lud

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

Lud Foe]

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