Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I 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 homeys that on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So creep 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 that I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a 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 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 plus all fiend
Follow me, keep 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 what about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a 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 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a face, he fall.
motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm 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' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your 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...