Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[Verse 1: Lud

I hit the with all my ice on
I turn the on
My on me
Who this staring at my jewelry
with me
Bang me
We shooting in the club
If you scared to tote a gun, you can't with me
Run up in yo house
them kilos?
Got some bald headed
Shout out my
I on a nigga door, shoot him through the peep hole
I knocked a nigga out, what he was mugging me for?
Nun but in my squad, don't make 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
nigga blood on my shoe, we stumped a nigga in the floor
Say ya love me baby, whats the meanin of that
I don't codeine, I ain't with that leaning and shit
Got a new tool, put a red beam on that
Never wife a bitch, I never bought a ring for a
You gone make me pull up on yo block
Get to
I yo ass, 187 fuck this rap shit
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 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 a dime
Bitch was my mans top, while i was hittin her from behind
This that street shit, call 4nem, we on that shit
Hot
Pull up on yo block, then drop
We pop
I'm jeans saggin, i ain't with all of that Rocks shit
My tooley
my gun connect, he bring me stupid Glocks
Stupid
Filled stupid diamonds
I dont know what time it is
[?]
No to waste, these bullets gone hit yo face
make me catch a case
Young with felonies
Couldn't with my OG, she was on section 8
No [?] we up on yo block
And then any race
Mini man, Im yelling man
4nem jump out mini van

Lud Foe] 2x

I fell off in the with some thugs
And the semi
Heard you a war with 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

[Verse 2: Lud

You don't get caught in the street
full of lead, and a head full of heat
Whats all this twitter beef? we can meet
Give a fuck, see ya on the streets
You better run, boa we do this 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 came down, I'm a
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
Better run nigga, it
I kick a nigga in, shooters 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 rear view, flushing through the
Kill yo mans, he tried to testify, his ass in traffic
get yo rolls up
Nigga get yo up
Young niggas
They gone the poles up
You ain't gang
You bang nigga
You dont
We gone hit yo
We gone out where you hang, Dangling

Lud Foe]

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