Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent Tony Yayo (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' block
Yeah and it quit,
G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch

TONY

say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin'
of that's 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 nigga costs cheddar
I'm on first class flights with flying
'cause my verse sound nice when they flyin'

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

or Hell will prevail when I'm a goner
'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 with the off
Little clipper sellin' spitballs through straws
We got of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The shit I spit will cause an all out
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 nigga you pay me

hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in air
finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that lady at the baggie spot

I Need 12
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' ass bitch

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