Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

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

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

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 they 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 my plastic glock
if they want it they'll take it and kill for it
And if it's sumptin' then blood gettin' spilled for it

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

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

Did things up in the 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 gotta go, I go, I gotta go

I guess I'm just a with a song out of the streets black
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm with my head down pervin' in the rain
Thinkin' deep myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on note
And the definition 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