Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And you how my label got the name that
So wanna 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 that just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

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

[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

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

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