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 man, chill 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 then singing*)

(spice 1)
(born to kill), reign goes on right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about, about the (casket)
Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the man
James bridge just down motherfuckin train man
(casket), type shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...)
Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the bandit
them die over the cocaine (*choke*) faces of death man
In the ghetto, projects what ever you to call it
We all the man, we all in the same shit (s-p-i-c-e) word-a
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) east bay 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 the mind of a sick nigga
Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and tech
I play with pistol grips, dead and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in dead fool
of death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin pistols, niggas to get the fuck back
I'm shit, there's money up on my dope track
See I'm a soldier in game, ain't nothin strange
Got a lyin on the floor with half of his fuckin brains
Murder and crazy it's just a part of the
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't with their caine
Mack 10 all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I was the gleams from the infra-red beams
Another motherfuckin walk-by in hood
Better two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got faces than a motherfucker
So don't be if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas

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

Faces of death is an way past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone...
all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is... in your bed, in this...
Faces of death away, fuck up all your all in your bed, in your bed
of death 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, hoe, ooh (well all right, can you hang? )

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