Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Death row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many 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.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the c-p-t.
You catch from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit 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 it's 1-8-7 on a 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, away, get away snoop's got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
me, they keep yellin' 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 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock 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 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So you wanna 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 we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
desert 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, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.

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