Luyện nghe bài hát 187 He Wrote

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

I'm wakin' up in the morning thinkin' of
As I out in a cold sweat
I'm havin' dreams of a whole put to rest
Visions of a man body bags
And all the youngsters their cap peeled over colored rags

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

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

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

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

Did things up in the past that I at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm well as you
good to be alive 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 sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the night
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my full of fright

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

Nuthin' like a old school homie from the
Which are or wrong doin' dirt doin' good
And now I know inside I'll never see my boy
I fie always pour 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 will problably turn pale
I used to hang killers and I didn't even know
Wrestlin' with my homies as a age 4

Now of dem is dead 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 stayed about the big house and still yay
And now dey stayin' under diction of everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they go on tour G
into 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' so they rob somebody else
You can see it never stops let that story itself

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

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