Luyện nghe bài hát 187 On A Hook

I'ma let it be known im with the force so nigga you know its on
oil my chrome cause i got in my blood and in my chromosone
for the fact that i tek none a gun in my dang a lang
that nigga that nigga that gang no never that nigga that claim
yeah im a nigga eating Jesus
i got the evil in my back and in my muthafuckin veins
wearing my to creep,
momma told a muthafucka he'd be in a week
so nigga what? me like a (12 5???) sale,
pass the takin dead body's to the blood bank
and while i em up proper
i got them swallowing in my loaded heart
POP! POP! the fiend, the niggas spleen
plus the barrel on my muthafuckin nine, lookin
that nigga that nigga runs them mothafuckas back
i got you fiendin for a like you fiend for crack
cause its like (mo wiggita then a nigga get might packed???)
cause in the 4 you never know you better gat right back
so niggas know us can't go out like that
my momma the crack, watch yo back cause(You know i had to gat ya)
repeat 4X
187 on a nigga nigga
You I had 2 Gat Ya

Yeah, picture death,
that that siccness
figure to this, foo
that nigga that
(??? at that nigga ) that siccness drops
and as my goes Pop! Pop! Pop!
that niggas be ducking the buck shot
see, it when the gun drops, you know its in a hoes cock
so there it goes, not the nigga
the killa, (???a rabies)
dealin nigga maybe killin that nigga that smooth way
that mothafuckas ain't to me
white nigga, black trigga every mothafuckas back
late in a day, fools used to get squabs on
the gang deuce nine creep mobb zone
runnin a mothafucka a pittbull, loadin up that clip tool
but stealin on muthafuckas like a
let no, other raise yo hood
half the mothafuckas niggas like wood
got locked up with they cock up, some niggas asshole
but atleast my had enough heart to blast though
now the duece deep like 86
i'm solo, might as well see me on a
the duece for age, baby athiest
for the funk back, cause (You know I had to gat ya)


same ol fool, nigga deep load, what up
ain't no who runs the muthafucka
cause every cut i drop is like a muthafuckin (course??)
(???) thats why i make so many
cause when they that nigga that nigga that siccness drop
my millimeter goes Pop!
my sign going to them,
creeper millimeter meter
lock up, main corpse, spirit your
got niggaz killin niggaz, just because im rappin
something a manson mind, my nigga triple six
(i got em doing a devil of mine)
leavin em only one chance to die and wanna used a glock
wanna go to heaven but don't want to get shot down
yeah, with my 38
i got niggaz to me tryin to grab me for the hella hoes
lettin loose Antonio Montana
with a oozie and im kickin em with a 12 guage and em
Ah, psycho like micro (sprice?) six
brotha lynch, rippin his off up the crucifix
and when i my 9 millimeter gun, point it to your back
i don't know how to act so (You know I had 2 Gat Ya)
2X
(You I had 2 Gat Ya)