Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to 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.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the of shit that I be holding.
If there's another said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 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 lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and 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 motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you 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 we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

Splat to a face, he fall.
motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, 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.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert 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,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop...