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 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 over colored rags

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

You see it's real G and jealousy it roam my
That's why I'm never leavin' the house without my plastic
'Cause if 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 crazy
And when I the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every time I 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 things up in the past I regret at 22
And I hit 23 I hope I'm livin' well as you
It's good to be alive in 93 I guess so
But if I go, I gotta go, I gotta go

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

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

Nuthin' a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt 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 the murder he wrote
18, 187 me say the murder the murder he wrote,

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

Now half of dem is and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly givin they homies to rap about
Tell me do my and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I just be in there 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
into the business learn about the industry

Try to help 'em out doin' I can
I still gotta worry 'bout the jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so they rob else
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 that and I'm leavin' on that note
And the definition of the 187 that he wrote

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