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
chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a and steady mobb

I'm wakin' up in the morning 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 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 that they don't understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it down until dey me

You see it's real G and it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my glock
'Cause if want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth then 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 I leave my home
Havin' fatal thoughts of gettin' chrome to my dome

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

Did things up in the past 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 gotta go, I go, I gotta go

I guess I'm a soldier with a song out of the streets black
of that chronic 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 of fright

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

like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' doin' good
And now I know I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself always pour 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 problably turn your pale
I used to hang killers and I didn't even know
with my homies as a youngster age 4

Now of dem is dead and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies sumtin' to rap
Tell me do my music and trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might be in there one day

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

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

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

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