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 nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga Jesus brains
i got the evil in my back and in my muthafuckin veins
my black to creep,
momma told a 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 hook em up
i got them swallowing in my loaded stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the spleen
plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin
that nigga that 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???)
in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so know us brothas can't go out like that
my momma 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, picture death,
nigga that siccness
figure to this, foo
nigga that rips
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga Pop! Pop! Pop!
that be ducking from the buck shot
see, fuck it 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
that mothafuckas ain't to me
white nigga, trigga cracks every mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get squabs on
the blood gang deuce nine creep zone
runnin a mothafucka a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas like a
let no, other raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin niggas wood
got locked up they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough heart to blast
now the ain't deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a
the duece for age, killin athiest
for the funk right back, (You know I had to gat ya)


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