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 show you all the at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many 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 best side, 20 that just 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 spot popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat from with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
Cause they the type 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,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a 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 of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus 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, comin' the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc 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, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

Splat to a face, he fall.
motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight 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' eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they 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 it's 1-8-7 on a cop...