Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be that 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 i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga that gang bang no never that that claim
im a nigga eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin back and in my veins
my black to creep,
momma told a he'd be dead in a week
so nigga what? 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 fiend, the niggas spleen
the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus
that nigga that nigga that them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a nigga you fiend for crack
cause its like that (mo wiggita a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat 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, picture death,
nigga that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga that
(??? look at that nigga ) that siccness
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 it goes, not the average nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin that nigga that way
that ain't shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get they on
the blood deuce nine creep mobb zone
a mothafucka like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but on muthafuckas like a clepto
let no, other muthafuckas yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got locked up with they up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough heart to though
now the duece ain't like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, killin athiest
for the funk right back, (You know I had to gat ya)


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