Luyện nghe bài hát Faces of Death

Ay bwoy, ay, this is... is...

187, the 187, the (chill man) 187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (187)
The 187, the 187, the bloaw! (jump up in the house man, man)
187, the 187, (faces of man) the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187 (what you know about of death man? )
The 187, the bloaw!

(*the 187 repeats in background jamaican singing*)

(spice 1)
(born to kill), reign goes on right here, reign shit player
man, chill, walk about, walk about the (casket)
Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the man
James just blowin down motherfuckin train man
(casket), real shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...)
Watch die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white bandit
Watch die over the cocaine (*choke*) faces of death man
In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to it
We all the same man, we all in the same shit (s-p-i-c-e)
We say the 187, the 187 (jealousy got me strapped) the murder
The 187, the 187 is in the (nigga)

(spice 1)
(east bay gangsta) bay gangsta man, kill a rat
Kick that gangsta shit man up (crazy)
killer, in this...

Me say the 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187
The 187, the 187, the 187, the bloaw!

(spice 1)
Murder from the mind of a nigga
Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and clips
I play pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal shit, a psychopathic lunatic
Caught up in murder man, up in this dead fool
Faces of death, hog my dreams out of fools
Pullin pistols, niggas to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my track
See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't nothin
Got a nigga on the floor with half of his fuckin brains
Murder and it's just a part of the game
Niggas won't ya, just don't fuck with their caine
10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the gleams from the infra-red
motherfuckin walk-by in your hood
Better pack two clips up on your hips and it's all
That nigga death, he got more than a motherfucker
So be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas

Ay bwoy, ay this is... in mother...

Faces of death is an way past
up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone...
Fuck all of your hoes, all in bed, this is... in your bed, in this...
Faces of death away, fuck up all hoes all in your bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all your hoes in your bed (twilight zone to yet, spice 1)
you ever... in your bed
East bay gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh (well all right, can you )

Can you motherfuckers hang, I mean them thangs as they go?
Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, well I'm
Say no, a sad song ohh, cause a,
Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all gon' one day
Well all on, uh sayer, sprayer, east bay, well on willie
Mother pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all
Uh, whassup nigga, where that chicken at?
that chicken at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...