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 staring at my
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 house
Where kilos?
Got bald headed Mexicans
out my Migos
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 make up Tito
Young nigga, but is niggas like I'm Debo
They ain't let me in with this pole, they should've me at the door
This nigga blood on my shoe, we stumped a in the floor
Say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of shit?
I don't drink codeine, I with that leaning and shit
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 up on yo motherfuckin block
Get to
I shoot yo ass, 187 fuck this rap
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 tweet
9, I run up on yo ass from
Are ya lackin? hit yo ass in yo spine
Boy Ya Actin, ya get caught in that jam, and drop a
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 that shit
My tooley
my gun connect, he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid
Filled with stupid
I even know what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, bullets gone hit yo face
Gone make me a case
Young nigga with
stay with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we pull up on yo
And kill any race
Mini man, Im yelling man
4nem out that mini van

[Hook: Lud 2x

I fell off in the with some thugs
And the semi
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 fuck a thug, cause my money up

[Verse 2: Lud

You don't wanna get in the street
Chest full of lead, and a full of heat
Whats with all this twitter beef? we can
Give a fuck, imma see ya on the
You better run, boa we do 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 up a school
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 gone
Then i him and that bitch with this Uzi
Red Beams
Bullets flyin
Better run nigga, it
I a nigga door in, shooters on the low end
em up and they shootin
This stupid bitch tryna me
We got enough clips in this to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, flushing the traffic
Kill yo mans, he to testify, catch his ass in traffic
get yo rolls up
Nigga get yo up
wild niggas
They bring the poles up
You gang nigga
You dont bang
You slang
We hit yo block
We gone find out you hang, Dangling

Lud Foe]

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