Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the p-e-n, yo.
back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So creep you in the c-p-t.
You heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop

dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc in,
A 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (what you do? )
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
So if you wanna blast, nigga we can 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin'
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop...