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 i got murder in my blood 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
yeah im a eating Jesus brains
i got the in my muthafuckin 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,
the dank takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i hook em up
i got them swallowing in my loaded stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas
plus the on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus
that nigga that nigga that them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a nigga like you for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get packed???)
in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so niggas know us can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo cause(You know i had to gat ya)
repeat 4X
187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, picture death,
that that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga that
(??? at that nigga ) that siccness 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)
that nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas ain't to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks mothafuckas back
in a day, fools used to get they squabs on
the blood gang nine creep mobb zone
runnin a like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on like a clepto
let no, other muthafuckas raise yo
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got locked up with cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough to blast though
now the duece deep like 86
i'm solo, might as see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, 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 who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is like a main (course??)
(???) why i make so many corpse
cause when they that nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my nine millimeter Pop!
my sign to creep them,
nightmare creeper meter
lock up, main corpse, your brain
got niggaz killin niggaz, because im rappin insane
like a manson mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em a devil dance of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and niggaz used a glock
niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get down
yeah, my 38 snotnose
i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to grab me for the hoes
lettin loose Antonio Montana
with a and im kickin em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho like mind (sprice?) six
lynch, rippin his arms off up the crucifix
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)