Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

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

(Drop Shit)

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

TONY

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

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

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

Heaven or Hell will when I'm a goner
I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal 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' through
We got plenty of rap but not on sale
We even got dillingers that shotgun shells

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

31 Money's I been on the block
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

Listen nigga, We live like Italians in
I got CO's bringin' cell phones to my
Get in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up led turn 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 that 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 school money put in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and at
Or you can catch me in cali in the throwback

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

I in a mansion stripin' the models
The bathroom's so far you gotta 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 cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth cause a hollow tip die
Im the to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob fuck you pay me

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

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

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