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), shit goes on right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about, walk the (casket)
motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James bridge just blowin down 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 them die over the cocaine (*choke*) faces of man
In the ghetto, projects what ever you want to 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 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 play pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal shit, a psychopathic lunatic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in dead fool
Faces of death, hog my dreams out of drains
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 nigga lyin on the floor with half of his fuckin
Murder and crazy it's a part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya, just don't with their caine
Mack 10 silencer all ya was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the from the infra-red beams
Another motherfuckin in your hood
Better pack two up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got faces than a motherfucker
So be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in your gutter, niggas

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

Faces of is an way gone past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in bed, in your bed
of death 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 your hoes all in bed, in your bed
Faces of is an way gone... (all right)
up all your hoes in your bed (twilight zone to 1999 yet, spice 1)
Don't you ever... in 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, I'm wrong
Say no, a sad song ohh, cause 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 faculty thang hey, well all
Uh, bosko whassup nigga, where that at?
that chicken at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...