Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be known that im 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 none a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga that gang bang no never nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin and in my muthafuckin veins
wearing my to creep,
momma told a he'd be dead in a week
so what? load me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin body's to the blood 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 muthafuckin nine, plus
that nigga nigga that runs them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a nigga like you for crack
its like that (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat right
so niggas know us can't go out like that
sellin my the crack, watch yo back 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 nigga that
to sick this, foo
that nigga that
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
niggas be ducking from the buck shot
see, it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
so it goes, not the average nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
that ain't shit to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks every mothafuckas
late in a day, fools to get they squabs on
the blood deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a mothafucka a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas a clepto
let no, muthafuckas raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas niggas like wood
got locked up with they cock up, some niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough to blast though
now the duece ain't deep 86
i'm solo, might as see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby killin
for the funk right back, cause (You I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, nigga deep load, what up
ain't no doubt who the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many
cause they hear that nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my nine millimeter Pop!
my sign to creep them,
nightmare creeper millimeter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got niggaz niggaz, just because im rappin insane
something a manson mind, my nigga 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 want to get down
yeah, my 38 snotnose
i got niggaz crawlin to me tryin to me for the hella hoes
loose 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 my 9 millimeter 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)