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

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

Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and 29th Florinreau to 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 a dream in a scheme
the gangsters took me under, no wonder
It must of a gang bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches dirty poachers
I may leave you in the game if you broke shit
Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the
And play the until I see what I got, I let straps pop
If I got to cuz the streets is hot too so I pop
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 after
And it took less than seconds for the 9 to the park

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[Brother
See it's drastic, put yo all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river and 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
could get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was 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 Garden Block beats
Cuz we the knock 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 rip shit
That put you in the trunk half dead with yo wig split
that shit everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the we got pits that eat raw meat in tid bits
just as Sicc I don't 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 face and I don't see nothin but
And even though you say you me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it in this state where blue rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in 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 some stuff
He was talkin 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 niggas carry 4-4's and do those
Things that'll put cold up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you think I should it wit
I do it and that's it ... you trip