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

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

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

You see it's real G and jealousy it my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic
if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's worth sumptin' then blood gettin' 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 murder the murder he wrote,

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

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

Violent in art that's only because
It's comin' a G to the heart
Got friends that have died and I 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 doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know I'll never see my boy again
I fie myself 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 from my homies up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will problably your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't even
Wrestlin' with my 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 don't trip off dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might just be in one day

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

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

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

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