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 faces of death )
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, about the (casket)
motherfucker balls, spit my dime, fuck the sidewalk man
James bridge just blowin down train man
(casket), type shit man, huh, huh, yeah man (silence of a dead man body...)
Watch them die 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 shit (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 mind of a sick
Thinkin bodies, money, bloody cocaine and tech clips
I play pistol grips, dead niggas and lolly tips
Suicidal sick shit, a psychopathic
Caught up in murder man, dirty up in this fool
of death, hog my dreams out of drains fools
Pullin pistols, tellin niggas to get the fuck
I'm regulatin shit, there's money up on my track
See I'm a soldier in this game, ain't strange
Got a nigga on the floor with 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
Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was (ahhhhhh!!!)
All I seen was the gleams from the infra-red
motherfuckin walk-by in your hood
Better pack two up on your hips and it's all good
That nigga death, he got more than a motherfucker
So don't be shocked if you're naked, bleedin in 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
of death is an way gone...
Fuck all of your hoes, all in your bed, this is... in bed, in this...
Faces of death away, up all your hoes all in your bed, in your bed
of death is an way gone... (all right)
Fuck up all your hoes in your bed (twilight 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 thangs as go?
Well, all right, hoe, hoe, hoe, I'm wrong
Say no, sing a sad ohh, cause a,
Cause a hoe's are gon' lay on, we all hash one day
Well all right on, uh sayer, sprayer, east bay, well on
pimp in the game, 187 faculty thang hey, well all right
Uh, bosko nigga, where that chicken at?
Where that at nigga, whassup spice?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...