Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

I'm to keep my aces and my deuces all together
I'm thinkin' of self-murder, I know I won't live
chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady

I'm up in the morning thinkin' of death
As I out in a cold sweat
I'm havin' of a whole family put to rest
of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled over colored

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

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

My mother I'm goin' crazy
And when I the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every I leave my home
these 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 I'm livin' well as you
It's good to be alive in 93 I that so
But if I go, I gotta 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 holdin' my Glock full of

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

Nuthin' like a old homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong dirt doin' good
And now I know inside never 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 what dey did it will problably turn pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a age 4

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

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

Try to help 'em out doin' I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the next man
My homies gettin' robbed so rob somebody else
You can see it stops let that story tell itself

I'm walkin' with my head pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep askin' myself am I
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 murder the murder he
18, 187 me say the murder the he wrote, blow