Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

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

I'm wakin' up in the morning of death
As I break out in a sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a family put to rest
of a dead man body bags
And all the youngsters gettin' cap peeled over colored rags

I write murder and death 'cause that's all in the hood
Comin' up strong while in crack, yo G it's all
Describin' a way of life that they understand G
So I'mma keep breakin' it until dey understand me

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

My mother I'm goin' crazy
And I leave the house she just stares out the window
I think I'm being followed every I leave my home
Havin' these fatal of gettin' chrome to my dome

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

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 black
Stressin' of that chronic sack but I feel is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of

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

Nuthin' a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy
I fie myself always pour brew out fo my

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 problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I even know
Wrestlin' my homies as a youngster age 4

Now half of dem is and the rest is in the jailhouse
Writin' to me monthly 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 money they wanna go on tour G
into the business learn about the industry

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

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

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