Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

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

(Drop Shit)

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

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
Yeah and it quit,
G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch

TONY

They say good things happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still weight
None of yo' life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo'

Suede is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera's in the mirror nigga costs cheddar
I'm on class flights with flying cooks
'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
box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba

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

P89 Ruger the silence off
Little clipper sellin' spitballs goin' straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on
We even got dillingers that shotgun shells

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

Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the
Since nigga's did the runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I want no workin papers
I worked the all night, servin' niggers

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

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

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

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

I begin in a mansion the models
The bathroom's so far you gotta piss in a
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 will cause a tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your
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 my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese at the baggie spot

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

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