Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the 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 that just died.
down the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat from with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the type of 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 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 he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it stop,
the last nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with 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 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 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 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
Cause it's 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 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 on that ass, pops him and drops him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert to your motherfuckin' 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 really 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 it's 1-8-7 on a cop...