Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

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

(Drop Shit)

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

YAYO:

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

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

Now im blowin' in Beverly Hills
Some bad hoes in the Montreal
year it's the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama through in the blue data bomba

Heaven or Hell will when I'm a goner
'cause I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and
I'm the first one out, and one on the corner
This life is a any day you be a goner

P89 Ruger the silence off
Little clipper sellin' goin' through straws
We got of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shells

rappers is talkin' 'bout bricks 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 checks than Nike town

Swingin' 31 I been on the block
Since did the snake runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I want no workin papers
I the strip all night, servin' niggers

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

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

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

I'm a bail jumper, you know fish scale pumper
judge wong he gon' catch me on the corner
Nigga poor attacks, homie 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 gun's if you ain't got enough

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

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

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

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

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin
Yeah and it quit,
It's in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch