Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' the homeys that passed on.
Death row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the p-e-n, yo.
Welcome back to nam, california.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the west side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

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

dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, away, get away snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the streets my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and they all fiend
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last that 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.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a 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, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
Cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 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 with the points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade 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 motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.

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