Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be known im with the force so nigga you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my
for the fact that i tek none a gun in my dang a lang
that that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga eating Jesus
i got the evil in my back and in my muthafuckin veins
my black to creep,
momma told a muthafucka he'd be in a week
so what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead body's to the blood
and i hook em up proper
i got swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the spleen
plus the barrel on my nine, lookin plus
that nigga that that runs them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get packed???)
cause in the 4 you never know you better gat right back
so niggas us brothas can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)
Chorus: 4X
187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, your death,
that nigga siccness
figure to this, foo
nigga that rips
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking from the shot
see, it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
so it goes, not the average nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga smooth way
mothafuckas ain't shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas
late in a day, fools used to get they on
the blood deuce nine creep mobb zone
a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on like a clepto
let no, other raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin niggas wood
got locked up with they cock up, other niggas asshole
but my niggas had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't deep 86
i'm solo, might as see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, killin athiest
for the funk right back, (You know I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, that deep load, what up
ain't no who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin (course??)
(???) thats why i make so corpse
cause when they hear nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my millimeter goes Pop!
my going to creep them,
nightmare millimeter meter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im insane
something like a manson mind, my nigga six
(i got em doing a devil of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a
wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, my 38 snotnose
i got crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
loose like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, like micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 gun, point it to your back
i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)
2X
(You I had 2 Gat Ya)