Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

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

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

I write about and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack, yo G 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 it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic
'Cause if they want it they'll take it and for it
And if worth sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

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

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

Did things up in the that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm well 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
of that chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of fright

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

like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or doin' dirt doin' 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 homies up in
If I told you what dey did it problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even
with my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is dead and the is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly they homies sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my and don't trip off what 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' diction of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they go on tour G
Gettin' into the business learn the industry

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

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

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