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 scared to tote a gun, you can't with me
Run up in yo house
Where kilos?
Got bald headed Mexicans
Shout out my
I knock on a nigga door, shoot him the peep hole
I just knocked a nigga out, he was mugging me for?
Nun but killers in my squad, don't call up Tito
Young nigga, but is throwing niggas I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, 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 meanin of shit?
I don't drink codeine, I ain't with that leaning and
Got a new tool, put a red beam on bitch
Never wife a bitch, I never bought a for a bitch
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 shooters in yo house, bitch, since you sneak diss
On the
Twitter
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 drop a
Bitch was givin my top, while i was hittin her from behind
that street shit, call 4nem, we on that heat shit
Hot
Pull up on yo block, drop shit
We pop
I'm Robbin jeans saggin, i ain't with all of that shit
My tooley
Call my gun connect, he bring me Glocks
Stupid
Filled stupid diamonds
I dont even what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, bullets gone hit yo face
Gone me catch a case
Young nigga felonies
Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on 8
No [?] we pull up on yo
And then any race
Mini man, Im yelling man
4nem out that mini van

Lud Foe] 2x

I off in the club with some thugs
And the tucked
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, cause my up

[Verse 2: Lud

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

[Hook: Lud

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