Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the p-e-n, yo.
Welcome to viet nam, california.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the west side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the of l.a.
strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And ain't gonna be no trippin'
they know the type of shit that 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,
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 lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, they keep 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 block 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 38, a fo'ty-fo' 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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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