Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be known that im the force so nigga you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my and in my chromosone
for the fact i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga gang bang no never that nigga that claim
im a nigga eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my veins
my black to creep,
momma told a he'd be dead in a week
so nigga what? me like a (12 5???) sale,
the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i hook em up
i got swallowing in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the spleen
plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin
that nigga nigga that runs them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a like you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo then a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you gat right back
so niggas know us brothas 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, picture death,
nigga that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga rips
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking the buck shot
see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a cock
so there it goes, not the average
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas shit to me
white nigga, black trigga every mothafuckas back
in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb
runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas a clepto
let no, other raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got locked up they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but my niggas had enough heart to blast though
now the duece ain't deep 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin
for the funk right back, (You know I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, nigga deep load, what up
no doubt who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i is like a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many
when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my nine goes Pop!
my going to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter
lock up, main corpse, spirit your
got niggaz killin niggaz, because im rappin insane
something like a manson mind, my triple six
(i got em a devil dance of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and wanna used a glock
niggaz wanna go to but don't want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38
i got niggaz crawlin to me to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose like Montana
a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, his arms off up the crucifix
and i grab my 9 millimeter 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)