Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many 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 that died.
down the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps 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 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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the streets 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, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the motherfuckin' d-o-g, from 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, 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 motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert to your motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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