Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

G G G G G-Unit. 50 nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)

(Drop Shit)

and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' ass bitch

and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
and it don't quit,
It's in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch

YAYO:

They say good things happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin'
of that's yo' life that ten in the brown
For XL six or fo' pound

Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is
And with camera's in the mirror nigga cars cheddar
I'm on first class flights with flying
'cause my verse sound nice when they flyin'

Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly
Some bad free hoes in the
Next year it's the new
Stash box with the drive through in the blue data bomba

Heaven or will prevail when I'm a goner
I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I'm the one out, and last one on the corner
This is a hustle any day you be a goner

P89 with the silence off
clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on
We even got dillingers that hold shells

These is talkin' 'bout bricks in they rhymes
You did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don't it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than town

Swingin' 31 I been on the block
Since nigga's did the runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn't want no workin
I worked the all night, servin' niggers

Listen nigga, We like Italians in jail
I got CO's bringin' cell to my cell
Get rich in the game, out to get you
you ass up with led turn yo' ass to a pencil

I jumped out with the rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the
I'm the only you know that stay on the run
I'm the only you know that stay with a gun

I'm a OG's love to hate
I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in in the Hollywood throwback

I'm a jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, ya owe me
You rap we can battle for yo' see through rollie

I begin in a mansion stripin' the
The so far you gotta piss in a bottle
too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the if you ain't got enough peeps

The shit I spit will cause an all out
In my new 4 fifth cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your
Im the mob nigga fuck you pay me

Im'a hide my assets, and
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in air
I've finished my work now its to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the spot

I 12 12's
And 58
'cause I got 8
And they all gon' wait
50

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' ass bitch

and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin
and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass