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

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

Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I used to walk down the street drunk with a bottle and my
Cuz niggas 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 gangsters me under, no wonder
It must of been a bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like 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 until I see what I got, I let straps 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 half bandits so I ran it the way I had to
Met him in the park after
And it took less 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 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 Gerry Curls
Every girl was we ripped em to the levy wit him
Said he earl like Earl the don't miss to often in a coffin
Yeah your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be knockin Garden beats
Cuz we the hardest 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 half dead with yo wig split shit
Live shit everyday, all day, every chance we get
And in the backyard we got pits that eat raw meat in tid
They just as Sicc I don't give a fuck put the quarter in the
And the game until I see what 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 love me I'm clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state where blue rags murder blue
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati bags zipped with toe
It's so bad, see I know who to trust
Last time I trusted a nigga he out with some stuff
He was talkin shit about me, nigga and I didn't know to do
So I keep that that'll eat like Cujo and that'll 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 froze no matter you think I should kick it wit
I do it solo and that's it ... you