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 in my blood and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek pack a gun in my dang a lang
that that nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my veins
wearing my to creep,
momma told a muthafucka be dead 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 them in my loaded heart stopper
POP! POP! the fiend, the niggas spleen
plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, plus
that nigga that nigga runs them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a nigga like you for crack
cause its like that (mo then a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you never know you better gat right back
so niggas know us brothas go out like that
sellin my the crack, watch 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 nigga ) that drops
and as my trigga Pop! Pop! Pop!
niggas be ducking from the buck 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)
that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas ain't to me
white nigga, black trigga every mothafuckas back
late in a day, used to get they squabs on
the blood gang deuce creep mobb zone
runnin a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that tool
but stealin on muthafuckas like a
let no, other muthafuckas yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got up with they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had heart to blast though
now the duece deep like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, killin athiest
for the funk back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, that deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who runs the
cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many
cause when they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness
my nine goes Pop!
my going to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin
something like a manson mind, my triple six
(i got em doing a devil of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna a glock
wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, my 38 snotnose
i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hoes
lettin like Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 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)