Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to 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 label got the that
So many wanna see me, and 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 motherfuckin minute you on the side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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, away, get away snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
on the streets 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,
Until the nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, comin' the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc in,
A 38, a fo'ty-fo' 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, 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 on a motherfuckin cop

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That to stop from beatin' up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full 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.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' desert to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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