Luyện nghe bài hát Time For A 187

-Uhhh, niggas than up
-Nigga, its time to
-Pass me nigga chasers
to do a 187
-Its for a murder
-If you a G nigga, your shit up

Some got some bad ice cream
Came on the gizzo
?? hit the window, gacks out window
I'm crazy
Niggas can't me
If you come up short, niggas bout to daisies
This final call, I mean your final breath
And when I hit you with that i'm bout to put you to rest
I'm crazy, and outie
Niggas can't with me the set is fuckin cloudy
Lay your ass down on your stomach
You know you dead for fuckin my money
P don't take no
Everyday all day I'm breakin bread
to get paid
And lose these hoes in the dope
Cause I be crazy, call me the murder man
Hustler, baller put you in the ?? and 911 in your pager
And you
And you call back you dead bitch
You up my Chevy now Mr. who you playin with
Its to face death
fall, last dash, your last jump
I'm a let you live,

Its for a 187
I think I see the
A 187
I I see the enemy
This will be last drink
make it a Bloody Mary

Just did a hoot
a homicide
Did a drive-by fuckin from the southside
To Richmond, California niggas don't a fuck
But if you come shizzort, you in that truck
Get you nose swollen, I your neck broken
When we break you off 44
Face cause its danger
Niggas the south keep one up in the chamber
I we Gs
Who you be, what set you
Nigga do you me
If you than you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause get sprayed
And ain't no bitch in my cause I'm TRU
See my tattoo, TRU my stomach
?? up all night countin drug money
But ready to roll my homies
And after the party, again its on G

I'm gone off douja
I I see a roader
That ain't gone stop me from takin your head off shoulder
I'm the projects, we live a eye for eye
When you fuck mine's you gotta die
And your name get off the wall bitch
There you go, took a fall trick
If them No tanks don't hit
Than them gacks start
You run like the running man
But if you Schwarzenetger, bitch this your last game
That at your forehead
I give a fuck, you can't run from the infrared
I I catch you, you murder
Lying on you back, like a turtle
Got your weaving and waddling
Crying, you to die you slobbin
You beggin for you
I'm a you somethin to make you feel alright