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 staring at my jewelry
Gang me
with me
We shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you hang with me
Run up in yo house
them kilos?
Got some bald Mexicans
out my Migos
I knock on a door, shoot him through the peep hole
I just a nigga 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
They ain't let me in with this pole, they 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 that
Never wife a bitch, I never a ring for a bitch
You gone make me up on yo motherfuckin block
Get to
I shoot yo ass, 187 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, since you wanna diss
On the
beef
Nigga tweet
9, I run up on yo ass behind
Are ya lackin? hit yo ass in yo spine
Boy Ya Actin, ya get in that jam, and drop 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, then shit
We pop
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of Rocks shit
My come
Call my gun connect, he bring me stupid
Stupid
with stupid diamonds
I even know what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, these gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a
Young nigga with
Couldn't with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we up on yo block
And then kill any
man, Im yelling many man
4nem jump out mini van

Lud Foe] 2x

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

[Verse 2: Lud

You don't wanna get caught in the
Chest full of lead, and a head of heat
Whats all this twitter beef? we can meet
Give a fuck, imma see ya on the
You run, boa we do this shit 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
murder came down, I'm a fool
I'm a rapper but get this shit confused
That boy wanna use his head, he gone lose
Then i shoot him and that bitch with Uzi
Red Beams
Bullets flyin
Better run nigga, it
I kick a door in, shooters on the low end
Call em up and they
This stupid bitch tryna me
We got enough clips in this to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flushing through the
yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in traffic
Nigga get yo up
Nigga get yo up
Young wild
They gone the poles up
You ain't gang
You dont nigga
You slang
We gone hit yo
We find out where you hang, Dangling

[Hook: Lud

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