Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Verse 1: Lud

I hit the club all my ice on
I turn the on
My on me
Who this nigga at my jewelry
Gang me
Bang me
We shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you can't with me
Run up in yo house
them kilos?
Got some bald Mexicans
out my Migos
I knock on a nigga door, shoot him the peep hole
I knocked a nigga out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun but killers in my squad, don't make up Tito
Young nigga, but is throwing niggas I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, they searched me at the door
This nigga blood on my shoe, we a nigga in the floor
Say ya love me baby, the meanin 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
wife 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 shit
Its shooters in yo house, bitch, since you wanna diss
On the
beef
Nigga this
9, I run up on yo ass from
Are ya lackin? bullets hit yo ass in yo
Boy Ya Actin, ya get caught in that jam, and a dime
Bitch was givin my mans top, while i was hittin her behind
This that street shit, call 4nem, we on heat shit
Hot
Pull up on yo block, drop shit
We pop
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of Rocks shit
My come
Call my gun connect, he me stupid Glocks
watch
Filled with diamonds
I dont even know time it is
[?]
No to waste, these bullets gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a
Young nigga with
Couldn't stay my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we pull up on yo
And kill any race
man, Im yelling many man
4nem jump out that van

[Hook: Lud 2x

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

2: Lud Foe]

You don't wanna get in the street
Chest full of lead, and a head of heat
Whats with all twitter beef? we can meet
a fuck, imma see ya on the streets
You run, boa we do this shit for fun
You'd be if you go and buy a gun
I got a fucked up attitude, very
Say its beef, now I'm up a school
Another murder 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
Bullets everywhere
run nigga, move it
I a nigga door in, shooters on the low end
em up and they shootin
This stupid bitch tryna me
We got enough in this bitch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flushing the traffic
yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in traffic
Nigga get yo up
get yo poles up
Young niggas
gone bring the poles up
You ain't gang
You bang nigga
You dont
We gone hit yo
We gone find out you hang, Dangling

[Hook: Lud

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