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 live
chronic got me noid I need to get a job
But instead I wanna sell dope hang on a rope and steady

I'm wakin' up in the morning 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 peeled colored rags

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

You see it's real G and it roam my block
That's why I'm never leavin' the house my plastic glock
'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 goin'
And when I leave the she just stares out the window
I I'm being followed every time I leave my home
Havin' these fatal of gettin' chrome to my dome

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

Did up in the past that I regret at 22
And when I hit 23 I hope I'm 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 a soldier with a song out of the streets black
Stressin' of chronic sack but I feel death is knockin' at my bed
Sleep walkin' with my pistol in the middle of the
Wakin' up inside my hooptie holdin' my Glock full of

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

like a old school homie from the hood
Which are right or wrong doin' dirt doin'
And now I know inside I'll see my boy again
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 pictures from my up in jail
If I told you dey did it will problably turn your pale
I used to hang with killers and I didn't know
Wrestlin' with my as a youngster age 4

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

Some stayed about the big and still slangin' yay
And now dey stayin' under of feds everyday
Tryin' to wash their money they 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' with my head down in the rain
Thinkin' deep myself am I insane
I think about that daily and I'm leavin' on note
And that's the definition of the 187 he wrote

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