Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death row come to show you all the at,
And you how my label got the name that
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 you on the west side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the of l.a.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
like 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 ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the of shit that I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go 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, sent away, get away 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 my khakis and my scars,
full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I that you really give 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, from the l-b-c.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and 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 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 1-8-7 on a cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade 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 it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your on your motherfuckin' shit.

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...