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
with me
Bang me
We start shooting in the
If you to tote a gun, you can't hang with me
Run up in yo bitch
them kilos?
Got some headed Mexicans
out my Migos
I knock on a nigga door, shoot him the peep hole
I just a nigga out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun but killers in my squad, don't call up Tito
Young nigga, but is niggas like I'm Debo
They let me in with this pole, they should've searched me at the door
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 leaning and shit
Got a new tool, put a red beam on bitch
Never wife a bitch, I never bought a ring for a
You gone make me pull up on yo 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 bang and kidnap shit
Its in yo house, bitch, since you wanna sneak 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 caught in that jam, and a dime
Bitch was givin my top, while i was hittin her from behind
This that street shit, call 4nem, we on that heat
Hot
Pull up on yo block, then drop
We pop
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of Rocks shit
My tooley
Call my gun connect, he me stupid Glocks
Stupid
Filled stupid diamonds
I dont even know what it is
[?]
No time to waste, these bullets gone hit yo
make me catch a case
Young with felonies
stay with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we pull up on yo
And kill any race
man, Im yelling many man
4nem out that mini van

Lud Foe] 2x

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

2: Lud Foe]

You don't wanna get in the street
Chest of lead, and a head full of heat
Whats with all this beef? we can meet
Give a fuck, imma see ya on the
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, rude
Say its beef, now I'm shooting up a
Another murder down, I'm a fool
I'm a but don't get this shit confused
That boy don't wanna use his head, he lose
Then i shoot him and that bitch this Uzi
Red Beams
Bullets flyin
run nigga, move it
I kick a door in, shooters on the low end
Call em up and they
This stupid bitch fool me
We got enough clips in this bitch to a movie
Cops in my rear view, through the traffic
Kill yo mans, he tried to testify, catch his ass in
get yo rolls up
Nigga get yo up
Young niggas
They gone bring the up
You gang nigga
You bang nigga
You dont
We hit yo block
We find out where you hang, Dangling

Lud Foe]

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