Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
that I used to know and sell 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 you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many wanna see me, and 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 motherfuckin minute you on the side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this 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 on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the of shit that I be holding.
If another 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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

dogg]
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 time to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis 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 make my green, and plus they all
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 pigs on a with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with 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 blast, nigga we can buck '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 the hollow 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 perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
it's 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 on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.

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...