Luyện nghe bài hát 187 Ya Yo

50

G G G G G-Unit. 50 nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)

(Drop Shit)

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
Yeah and it quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin
and it don't quit,
It's G-Unit in yo' motherfuckin' ass

TONY

They say good things happen to those who wait
stuck in the game still slingin' weight
None of yo' life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo'

Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is
And with camera's in the mirror nigga costs cheddar
I'm on first class flights flying cooks
'cause my sound nice when they flyin' hooks

Now im blowin' weed-o in Beverly
Some bad hoes in the Montreal
Next it's the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data

Heaven or Hell will prevail when I'm a
'cause I Eat up tracks Like and Dahma
I'm the first one out, and one on the corner
life is a hustle any day you be a goner

P89 Ruger with the off
clipper sellin' spitballs goin' through straws
We got of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that shotgun shells

These rappers is talkin' 'bout in they rhymes
You never did shit but Mickey Mouse crimes
I don't respect it my work is never down
So on the first I get more checks than town

Swingin' 31 Money's I been on the
nigga's did the snake runnin' man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn't no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, niggers

Listen nigga, We like Italians in jail
I got CO's cell phones to my cell
Get in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up led turn yo' ass to a pencil

I jumped out with the Ruger fire
I had you on the run like on the wire
I'm the rapper you know that stay on the run
I'm the rapper you know that stay with a gun

I'm a hustla' OG's love to
I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in in the Hollywood throwback

I'm a bail jumper, you know them fish pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon' me on the corner
Nigga poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo' see through

I begin in a stripin' the models
The bathroom's so far you piss in a bottle
There's too many and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun's if you got enough peeps

The shit I spit cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a tip die
Im the type to tie up lady, gun butt your baby
Im the mob nigga fuck you pay me

Im'a my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in air
I've finished my now its time to cop
And meet that lady at the baggie spot

I 12 12's
And 58
I got 8 sales
And they all gon' motherfucka
50

Yeah and it stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
and it don't quit,
It's in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch

and it don't stop,
I do a 187 on yo' block
Yeah and it quit,
It's in yo' motherfuckin' ass bitch