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' 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 will to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still weight
None of 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 nigga cars costs cheddar
I'm on first class with flying cooks
'cause my verse sound nice when flyin' hooks

Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly
Some bad free in the Montreal
Next year the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data

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

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

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

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

Listen nigga, We 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 the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like on the wire
I'm the only rapper you that stay on the run
I'm the only rapper you know that stay 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 where that and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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