Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

I'm tryin' to keep my aces and my all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder, I know I live forever
This chronic got me noid I to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a and steady mobb

I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of
As I break out in a sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a whole family put to
Visions of a man body bags
And all the gettin' their cap peeled over colored rags

I write about murder and death 'cause all in the hood
Comin' up strong in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they don't G
So I'mma keep it down until dey understand me

You see it's real G and it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house my plastic glock
if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' then blood spilled for it

My mother thinks I'm goin'
And when I leave the house she just out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I my home
Havin' these fatal of gettin' chrome to my dome

18, 187 me say the the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the the murder he wrote, blow

Did up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I I'm livin' well as you
good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I go, I gotta go

I guess I'm just a soldier a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of that sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie my Glock full of fright

in this art that's only because
It's from a G to the heart
Got that have died and I mourn for their families
Bringin' to dey graves every time I get a chance G

Nuthin' like a old school from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt good
And now I know inside I'll see my boy again
I fie always pour brew out fo my friends

18, 187 me say the murder the murder he
18, 187 me say the murder the he wrote, blow

I'm keepin' all my pictures from my up in jail
If I told you dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even
Wrestlin' my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is dead and the is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin homies sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my music and don't trip off dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in one day

Some stayed about the big house and still yay
And now dey under diction of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they wanna go on G
into the business learn about the industry

Try to help 'em out doin' I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob else
You can see it never stops let that tell itself

I'm walkin' with my down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep myself am I insane
I about that daily and I'm leavin' on that note
And that's the of the 187 that he wrote

18, 187 me say the the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote,