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
with me
Bang me
We start in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you hang with me
Run up in yo bitch
Where them
Got bald headed Mexicans
out my Migos
I knock on a door, shoot him through the peep hole
I just knocked a nigga out, what he was mugging me
Nun but killers in my squad, don't make up Tito
Young nigga, but is throwing niggas like I'm
They ain't let me in with pole, they should've searched me at the door
This nigga blood on my shoe, we stumped a nigga in the
Say ya love me baby, whats the of that shit?
I drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and shit
Got a new tool, put a red on that bitch
Never wife a bitch, I never 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, we gang bang and kidnap shit
Its shooters in yo house, bitch, since you sneak diss
On the
beef
Nigga this
9, I run up on yo ass from
Are ya bullets hit yo ass in yo spine
Boy Ya Actin, ya get in that jam, and drop a dime
Bitch was givin my mans top, while i was her from behind
This that street shit, call 4nem, we on that heat
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 with stupid
I even know what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, these gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a
nigga with felonies
Couldn't with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we up on yo block
And kill any race
man, Im yelling many man
4nem jump out mini 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 fuck a nigga up, gotta pick him up
She say she wanna fuck with a thug, my money up

[Verse 2: Lud

You don't wanna get caught in the
Chest of lead, and a head full 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 up attitude, very rude
Say its beef, now I'm up a school
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 that bitch with Uzi
Red Beams
Bullets everywhere
run nigga, move it
I kick a nigga door in, on the low end
em up and they shootin
This bitch tryna fool me
We got enough clips in bitch to shoot a movie
Cops in my view, flushing through the traffic
Kill yo mans, he tried to testify, his ass in traffic
Nigga get yo up
Nigga get yo up
Young niggas
gone bring the poles up
You gang nigga
You bang nigga
You dont
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 enough
I fuck a nigga up, paramedics gotta him up
She say she wanna with a thug, cause my money up