Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On 24th Street - Brotha Lynch Hung

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There was a 187 on 24th
was a 187 on 24th Street
Did you there was a 187 on 24th Street
See you can get yo mind tore up fuckin wit us, we let bust

[Brother
21st Street, and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cuz block don't sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back
While you ain't lookin, yo get tooken, run up in yo living room
With tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 with a in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under, no
It must of been a gang thang and the slang caine game
maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers
I may you in the game even if you broke shit
Cuz I don't a fuck I put the quarter in the slot
And play the game until I see I got, I let straps pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop
Never unsderstood em understand em and I'm not too
for half them bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the after dark
And it less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park

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[Brother
See it's drastic, put yo body all up in
We drag shit to the river and yo ass quick
We always bad didn't even like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the
could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was trippin we em to the levy wit him
he earl like Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah your new world, we keep it poppin
be knockin Garden Block beats
Cuz we the hardest on the streets
Jig like rock on the streets
We yo shit, cuzz and we lovin you for it
You can't ignore it it's that rip
That put you in the trunk half dead with yo wig shit
Live shit everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the we got pits that eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I give a fuck put the quarter in the slot
And play the until I see what I got, I let gats pop

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[Brother
Come against me I look in yo and I don't see nothin but hate
And even you say you love me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state where blue murder blue rags
And who get body bagged in Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags
so bad, see I don't know who to trust
Last time I trusted a nigga he came out with some
He was talkin shit about me, and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat eat like Cujo and that'll fold up ya crew
Like new clothes, I choose those that carry 4-4's and do those
that'll put somethin cold up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you think I kick it wit
I do it and that's it ... you trip