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 in the club
If you scared to a gun, you can't hang with me
Run up in yo house
Where kilos?
Got some bald headed
out my Migos
I knock on a nigga door, shoot him 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 this pole, they should've 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 that leaning and
Got a new tool, put a red beam on bitch
Never wife a bitch, I never bought a ring for a
You gone me pull 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 gang bang and shit
Its shooters in yo house, bitch, since you wanna diss
On the
Twitter
tweet 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, i was hittin her from behind
This that street shit, call 4nem, we on heat shit
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 bring me stupid
watch
Filled with stupid
I dont even what time it is
[?]
No time to waste, bullets gone hit yo face
Gone make me catch a
Young nigga with
Couldn't stay with my OG, she was on 8
No [?] we up on yo block
And then kill any
man, Im yelling many man
4nem out that mini van

[Hook: Lud 2x

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

2: Lud Foe]

You don't wanna get caught in the
Chest of lead, and a head full of heat
Whats with all this twitter 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, 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 shit confused
That boy don't wanna use his head, he lose
i shoot him and that bitch with this Uzi
Red Beams
flyin everywhere
Better run nigga, it
I a nigga door in, shooters on the low end
Call em up and shootin
stupid bitch tryna fool me
We got enough in this bitch to shoot a movie
Cops in my rear view, through the traffic
Kill yo mans, he tried to testify, his ass in traffic
get yo rolls up
Nigga get yo up
Young wild
gone bring the poles up
You ain't nigga
You dont nigga
You slang
We hit yo block
We gone find out you hang, Dangling

[Hook: Lud

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