Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know 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 that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' back.
So when 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 they know the type of shit I be holding.
If another word said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 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.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm 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 nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with 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.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So what you do? (What you wanna 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,
cause 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 cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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