Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

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

I'm wakin' up in the thinkin' of death
As I out in a cold sweat
I'm dreams of a whole family put to rest
Visions of a man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' their cap peeled colored rags

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

You see real G and jealousy 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 sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

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

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 hope I'm livin' as you
It's good to be in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I go

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

Violent in this art that's 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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