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 about faces of death man? )
The 187, the bloaw!

(*the 187 repeats in background jamaican singing*)

(spice 1)
(born to kill), shit 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 just blowin down motherfuckin train man
(casket), real shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...)
Watch them die over the drug and the white bitch man, the white
Watch them die over the cocaine (*choke*) faces of 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) bay gangsta man, kill a rat
Kick that gangsta 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, cocaine and tech clips
I play with pistol grips, dead and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic
up in murder man, dirty up in this dead fool
Faces of death, hog my dreams out of drains
pistols, tellin niggas to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my dope
See I'm a soldier in game, ain't nothin strange
Got a nigga lyin on the floor with of his fuckin brains
Murder and crazy it's just a of the game
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their
Mack 10 all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the gleams from the infra-red
Another motherfuckin walk-by in hood
pack two clips up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got faces than a motherfucker
So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter,

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 your bed, this is... in bed, in this...
of death away, fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all your in your bed (twilight zone to 1999 yet, spice 1)
Don't you ever... in 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, well I'm
Say no, a sad song ohh, cause a,
a hoe's 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, where chicken at?
Where that at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...