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

[Brother
Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a and my strap
Cuz block don't sock niggas they shoot niggas in the back
While you lookin, yo livin 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 must of been a gang bang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty
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 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 park after
And it took less than seconds for the 9 to spark the

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

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[Brother
Come against me I look in yo face and I don't see nothin but
And even though you say you love me I'm still clinchin the
That's how it goes in state where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati zipped with toe tags
It's so bad, see I don't who to trust
time I trusted a nigga he came out with some stuff
He was talkin shit about me, nigga and I didn't what to do
So I keep heat that'll 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 and that's it ... you trip