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
This 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 death 'cause all in the hood
Comin' up while in crack, yo G it's all good
Describin' a way of life that they understand G
So I'mma breakin' it down until dey understand me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nuthin' like a old school homie the hood
are right or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside 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 pictures my homies up in jail
If I you what dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my as a youngster age 4

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

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

Try to 'em out doin' everythang 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 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 of the 187 that he wrote

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