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 cause i got murder in my blood and in my
for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a
that nigga that nigga that bang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga eating brains
i got the in my muthafuckin back and in my muthafuckin veins
my black to creep,
momma a muthafucka he'd be dead in a week
so nigga what? me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i em up proper
i got them swallowing in my loaded stopper
POP! POP! the trigga fiend, the spleen
the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin plus
that nigga that nigga that runs them back
i got you for a nigga like you fiend for crack
cause its like (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)
in the 4 you know never know you better gat right back
so niggas know us brothas can't go out 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, your death,
that that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga rips
(??? look at nigga ) that siccness drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
niggas be ducking from the buck shot
see, fuck it when the gun drops, you know its in a cock
so there it goes, not the average
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin that nigga maybe killin nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas ain't to me
white nigga, black trigga cracks mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get squabs on
the gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a like a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas like a
let no, other muthafuckas yo hood
half the mothafuckas smokin like wood
got locked up with they cock up, some other asshole
but atleast my niggas had enough heart to though
now the duece ain't like 86
i'm solo, might as see me on a crucifix
the duece for age, baby athiest
for the funk right back, cause (You I had to gat ya)


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