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

Lynch]
21st Street, 24th and Florinreau to Metiview just to say a few
Every night I used to 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 livin get tooken, run up in yo living
With 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 a gang bang thang and the slang caine game
Gotta maintain range on you roaches like dirty
I may leave you in the even if you broke shit
Cuz I don't give a 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 is hot too so I pop fools
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 dark
And it took less seconds for the 9 to spark the park

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[Brother
See it's drastic, put yo all up in plastic
We drag shit to the river and deliver yo ass
We always bad kids didn't even like 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 ripped em to the wit him
Said he earl like Earl the don't miss to often in a coffin
that's your new world, we keep it poppin
Automatics be Garden Block beats
Cuz we the hardest on the streets
Jig CD's 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 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 as Sicc 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 me I'm still clinchin the weight
That's how it goes in this state where rags murder blue rags
And who lags get body bagged in Mazarati bags zipped with toe
so bad, see I don't know who to trust
Last time I trusted a 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 that'll fold up ya
Like new clothes, I choose those niggas that carry and do those
that'll put somethin cold up in yo toes
Ya whole body froze no you think I should kick it wit
I do it solo and it ... you trip