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 pack a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga that gang bang no that nigga that claim
yeah im a eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my veins
wearing my to creep,
momma a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week
so nigga load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead body's to the bank
and while i em up proper
i got them in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas
plus the barrel on my nine, lookin plus
that that nigga that runs them mothafuckas back
i got you for a nigga 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 can't go out like
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,
that nigga siccness
figure to this, foo
nigga that rips
(??? look at that nigga ) that drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking from the shot
see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes
so there it goes, not the nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga killin that nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks every back
in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep mobb
a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas a clepto
let no, muthafuckas raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough heart to though
now the duece deep like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the for age, baby killin athiest
for the funk right back, (You know I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, that nigga deep load, up
no doubt who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so corpse
cause when they hear that nigga that nigga siccness drop
my nine millimeter Pop!
my going to creep them,
nightmare millimeter meter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, just im rappin insane
something like a mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em doing a devil of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz used a glock
niggaz wanna go to heaven but want to get shot down
yeah, my 38 snotnose
i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hella
lettin loose like Montana
with a and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his arms off up the
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, 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)