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

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

[Brother
21st Street, 24th and 29th to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cuz niggas don't sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back
While you ain't lookin, yo get tooken, run up in yo living room
choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 with a dream in a
Apparently the took me under, no wonder
It of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty
I may leave you in the even if you broke shit
Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the
And play the game I see what I got, I let straps pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop
unsderstood em couldn't understand em and I'm not too
Down for half bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park after
And it took less than for the 9 to spark the park

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[Brother
See drastic, put yo body all up in plastic
We shit to the river and deliver yo ass quick
We always bad kids didn't even like eachother much
All we did was mean mug and put that 9 on the
Niggas could get touched, we touchin em up Gerry Curls
Every girl was we ripped em to the levy wit him
Said he earl Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be 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 that rip shit
put you in the trunk half dead with yo wig split shit
Live that shit everyday, all day, every we get
And in the backyard we got that eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I don't give a fuck put the in the slot
And play the game until I see I got, I let gats pop

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