Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

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

(Drop Shit)

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

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

TONY

They say good things will to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still weight
None of that's yo' life 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 costs
I'm on first class flights flying cooks
'cause my verse sound nice they flyin' hooks

Now im blowin' in Beverly Hills
bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive 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 first one out, and one on the corner
life is a hustle any day you be a goner

P89 with the silence off
Little clipper spitballs goin' through straws
We got of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got that hold shotgun shells

These rappers is talkin' 'bout in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey crimes
I respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike

31 Money's I been on the block
Since did the snake runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn't want no papers
I the strip all night, servin' niggers

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

I jumped out with the Ruger rapid
I had you on the run like on the wire
I'm the only rapper you know stay on the run
I'm the only rapper you that stay with a gun

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

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

I begin in a mansion the models
The so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There's too many Indians and not enough
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 will a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga you pay me

hide my assets, and disappear
Make a 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I've finished my now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggie

I 12 12's
And 58
I got 8 sales
And they all gon' motherfucka
50

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

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