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

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

[Brother
21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street with a bottle and my strap
Cuz block niggas don't sock niggas they shoot in the back
While you ain't lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a up interlude
I was 17 with a dream in a scheme
Apparently the gangsters took me under, no
It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine
Gotta maintain range on you like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game even if you broke
Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the
And play the game until I see what I got, I let pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop
Never unsderstood em couldn't em and I'm not too
Down for them bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park dark
And it took less than for the 9 to spark the park

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[Brother
See it's drastic, put yo all up in plastic
We shit to the river and deliver yo ass quick
We always bad kids even like eachother that much
All we did was mug and put that 9 on the clutch
Niggas could get touched, we em up like Gerry Curls
girl was trippin we ripped em to the levy wit him
Said he earl Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah that's your new world, we it poppin
Automatics be Garden Block beats
Cuz we the hardest on the streets
Jig CD's like rock on the
We ridin yo shit, cuzz and we you for it
You can't ignore it it's rip shit
That put you in the trunk half with yo wig split shit
Live that everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got that eat raw meat in tid bits
They just as Sicc I don't give a 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 me I look in yo face and I don't see nothin but hate
And even though you say you me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati bags with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't know who to
Last I trusted a nigga he came out with some stuff
He was talkin about me, nigga 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 niggas that carry and do those
Things that'll put somethin cold up in yo
Ya whole body froze no matter you think I kick it wit
I do it solo and it ... you trip