Luyện nghe bài hát Faces of Death

Ay bwoy, ay, is... this 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 faces of death )
The 187, the bloaw!

(*the 187 repeats in then jamaican singing*)

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

(spice 1)
(east bay gangsta) east bay gangsta man, a rat
that gangsta shit man word 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 of a sick nigga
Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and tech
I with pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic
Caught up in murder man, up in this dead fool
of death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin pistols, tellin to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my track
See I'm a in this game, ain't nothin strange
Got a nigga lyin on the floor with half of his brains
Murder and crazy it's just a of the game
won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I was the gleams from the infra-red beams
Another motherfuckin walk-by in your
pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got more than a motherfucker
So don't be shocked if naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas

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

Faces of death is an way past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in bed
Faces of is an way gone...
Fuck all of hoes, all in your bed, this is... in your bed, in this...
Faces of death away, fuck up all your hoes all in bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all hoes in your bed (twilight zone to 1999 yet, spice 1)
you ever... in your bed
East bay gangsta, gangsta hoe, ooh (well all right, can you )

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