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

Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview to say a few
night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my strap
Cuz block niggas don't sock niggas shoot niggas in the back
While you lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo living room
With choppers tryin to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up
I was only 17 with a dream in a
the gangsters took me under, no wonder
It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang game
maintain range on you roaches like dirty poachers
I may leave you in the 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 what I got, I let pop
If I got to cuz the is hot too so I pop fools
Never em couldn't understand em and I'm not too
Down for half them so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park 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 bad kids didn't even like eachother that much
All we did was mean mug and put 9 on the clutch
Niggas could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry
Every was trippin we ripped em to the levy wit him
Said he earl like Earl the Pearl don't miss to often in a
that's your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden beats
Cuz we the knock on the streets
Jig CD's like on the streets
We yo shit, cuzz and we lovin you for it
You can't ignore it that rip shit
That put you in the trunk dead with yo wig split shit
Live shit everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pits 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 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 state blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body in Mazarati bags zipped with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't know who to
Last time I a nigga he came out with some stuff
He was shit about me, nigga and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that'll eat like Cujo and fold up ya crew
Like new clothes, I choose those that carry 4-4's and do those
Things that'll put cold up in yo toes
Ya whole froze no matter you think I should kick it wit
I do it and that's it ... you trip