Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can 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.
back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
Walkin' down the of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You heat from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' 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, sent away, get snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with 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 plus all fiend
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a cop wanna knock with 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 chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and 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 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's on a motherfuckin cop

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take 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 on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' 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...