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 I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope on a rope and steady mobb

I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of
As I break out in a cold
I'm dreams of a whole family put to rest
of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters their cap peeled over colored rags

I write about murder and death that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it down dey understand me

You see it's real G and jealousy it my block
why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic glock
'Cause if they want it they'll it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' blood gettin' spilled for it

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

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

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

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

Violent in this art that's only
comin' from a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I mourn for their
Bringin' flowers to dey graves time I get a chance G

Nuthin' a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know I'll never see my boy again
I fie always pour brew out fo my friends

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

I'm keepin' all my pictures my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will turn your pale
I used to with killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my 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 trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might be in there one day

Some stayed about the big and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of feds
Tryin' to wash their money wanna go on tour G
Gettin' into the learn about the industry

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

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

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