Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know 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.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my 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.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
down 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' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch 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 another said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 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 Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with 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 make my green, and they all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with 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 chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
to a motherfucker 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 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a 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 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 Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
keep your 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 1-8-7 on a cop...