Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
to how a motherfucker 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 you how my label got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the p-e-n, yo.
Welcome back to nam, california.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
Walkin' the streets of l.a.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' 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 eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.

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

[snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
full 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 all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it stop,
the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I that you really give a fuck 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, from the l-b-c.
at what 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 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow 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 ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and 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' 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 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop...