Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

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


same ol fool, nigga deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who runs the
cause every cut i drop is a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my millimeter goes Pop!
my sign to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter
up, main corpse, spirit your brain
got killin niggaz, just because im rappin 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 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 tryin to grab me for the hella
lettin loose like Montana
with a oozie and im em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like micro (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the
and when i my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
cause i don't know how to act so (You I had 2 Gat Ya)
2X
(You I had 2 Gat Ya)