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 man? )
The 187, the bloaw!

(*the 187 repeats in then jamaican singing*)

(spice 1)
(born to kill), reign goes on right here, reign shit player
Chill man, chill, walk about, walk the (casket)
Serious motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the man
James bridge blowin down motherfuckin train man
(casket), real type shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a 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 you want to call 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) callin the
The 187, the 187 is in the (nigga)

(spice 1)
(east bay gangsta) east bay 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 mind of a sick
Thinkin bodies, dirty money, bloody cocaine and tech
I play pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this fool
Faces of death, hog my dreams out of drains
Pullin pistols, tellin to get the fuck back
I'm regulatin shit, money up on my dope track
See I'm a in this game, ain't nothin strange
Got a nigga lyin on the floor half of his fuckin brains
and crazy it's just a part of the game
Niggas won't kill ya, don't fuck with their caine
10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the gleams from the infra-red
Another motherfuckin walk-by in your
Better pack two clips up on your 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...

of death is an way gone past
Fuck up all of your hoes, all up in your bed, in bed
Faces of is an way gone...
Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is... in bed, in this...
Faces of death away, fuck up all your hoes all in your bed, in bed
of death is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all your 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 motherfuckers hang, I mean slang them thangs as go?
Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, well I'm
Say no, sing a sad ohh, cause a,
a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all gon' hash one day
Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, east bay, on willie
pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right
Uh, bosko whassup nigga, that chicken at?
Where chicken at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...