Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be known that im with the force so 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 nigga that gang bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a eating Jesus brains
i got the evil in my muthafuckin and in my muthafuckin veins
wearing my to creep,
momma told a muthafucka he'd be dead in a
so nigga what? me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the dank takin dead to the blood bank
and while i hook em up
i got them swallowing in my heart stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the niggas
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 (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you know never know you better gat back
so know us brothas can't go out like that
sellin my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You i had to gat ya)
Chorus: 4X
187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, picture death,
that nigga that
figure to this, foo
nigga that rips
(??? look at that ) that siccness drops
and as my trigga Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be 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 that maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas shit to me
white nigga, trigga cracks every mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get they on
the blood gang nine creep mobb zone
runnin a like 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 they cock up, some other niggas asshole
but atleast my niggas had heart to blast though
now the duece ain't like 86
i'm solo, as well see me on a crucifix
the for age, baby killin athiest
for the funk right back, cause (You 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 a muthafuckin main (course??)
(???) why i make so many corpse
cause when they hear nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my nine millimeter Pop!
my sign to creep them,
creeper millimeter meter
lock up, corpse, spirit your brain
got killin niggaz, just because im rappin insane
something like a manson mind, my nigga six
(i got em a devil dance of mine)
em only one chance to die and niggaz wanna used a glock
niggaz wanna go to heaven but don't want to get down
yeah, with my 38
i got niggaz to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose like Montana
with a oozie and im em with a 12 guage nots and em
Ah, psycho micro mind (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, his arms off up the crucifix
and when i grab my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your
cause i don't know how to act so (You I had 2 Gat Ya)
2X
(You I had 2 Gat Ya)