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

Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and 29th to Metiview just 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 niggas in the
While you ain't lookin, yo livin get tooken, run up in yo room
With choppers to take out yo poppers, it's a fucked up interlude
I was only 17 a dream in a scheme
Apparently the took me under, no wonder
It must of been a gang bang thang and the slang caine
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty
I may you in the game even if you broke shit
Cuz I don't give a fuck I put the quarter in the
And the game 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 dark
And it less than seconds for the 9 to spark the park

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[Brother
See drastic, put yo body all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river and deliver yo ass
We always bad kids didn't even eachother that much
All we did was mug and put that 9 on the clutch
Niggas get touched, we touchin em up like Gerry Curls
Every girl was trippin we em to the levy wit him
Said he earl like the Pearl don't miss to often in a coffin
that's your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden Block
Cuz we the hardest knock on the
Jig like rock on the streets
We ridin yo shit, and we lovin you for it
You ignore it it's that rip shit
That put you in the trunk half dead yo wig split shit
Live that shit everyday, all day, 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 until I see what I got, I let gats pop

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[Brother
against me I look in yo face and I don't see nothin but hate
And even though you say you love me I'm still clinchin the
That's how it goes in this state where blue murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati 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 some
He was shit about me, nigga and I didn't know what to do
So I keep that heat that'll eat like and that'll fold up ya crew
Like new clothes, I those niggas that carry 4-4's and do those
Things put somethin cold up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no matter you think I should it wit
I do it solo and it ... you trip