Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Tonight's the I get in some shit (yeah)
Cover on the incognito tip
Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling too
Cause you niggas I'm coming at you
I guess that's of the game; but I feel for the nigga
Who think he gonna come and change thangs
the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
And let me my business, yo
I'm on a mission and my mission won't
Until I get the nigga at the top
(I hope you get his ass he drop)
Kingpin kicking back while his workers his rocks
up like a fat rat
Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his
So difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up somebody
Who knows how to get in with him)
Hit him this and like that
Let em know that I'm looking for a big fat sack
With ends to spend, so let's it
If you want to handle it tonight, discuss it
On a nigga's time, and a nigga's
Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my
Cause he's a sheisty
But I gives a fuck; cause I'm going Deep

Yeah, and you don't
(Cause it's on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you stop
(Cause it's on a undercover cop)

Creep with me, as I crawl through the
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop
Kicking as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin punk
You know I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it stop?
Plot, yeah, what we's about to do
yo' ass on a mission with the boys in blue
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the
the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chilling
Killing, feeling, no remorse,
So lets go straight to the source
And see what we can
Crooked-ass that be getting niggas a gang of time
And now they wanna a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill me
.. and make my bigger
They want to with me tonight at seven o'clock (so what's up nigga?)
What you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi, and my motherfuckin
So if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we struck 'em, so 'em!
("I can it!")

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

Six-fo'-five was the on the clock
me and my homey belled in the parking lot
The scene looked strange and it felt a set up
(Better not be, cause if it is getting lit up!)
Oh - here they come the back in they 'llacs
I'm checking for the Gats they strap, so up, black?
(Chill, let's hear the
If it ain't up to what you feel then grab steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me
Hope you wanting none of my grip
Cause you can save that shit (guess they told me?)
"We you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your plush
Oh yeah, but you got to sell for us."
Hmmm, let me about it
Turned my back and my gat
And guess I told him before I shot it:
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you stop, yeah
I'm letting my Gat pop - cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop!"