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 I won't live forever
This chronic got me noid I to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady

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

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

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

My mother thinks I'm goin'
And when I leave the house she just stares out the
I think I'm being followed every I leave my home
Havin' these fatal thoughts of 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 livin' as you
good to be alive in 93 I guess that so
But if I gotta go, I gotta go, I go

I guess I'm just a soldier with a 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 full of fright

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

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

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

I'm keepin' all my pictures from my up in jail
If I told you what dey did it will turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I even know
with 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 sumtin' to rap about
Tell me do my and don't trip off what dey say
Thinkin' to myself I might be in there one day

Some stayed about the big and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' 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 still gotta worry the next jealous man
My homies gettin' robbed so rob somebody else
You can see it stops let that story tell itself

I'm walkin' 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 that's the of the 187 that he wrote

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