Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I to know and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
about the homeys that passed 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.
back to viet nam, california.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every minute you on the west side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' down the of l.a.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So when you in the c-p-t.
You catch from fuckin' with' the d-r-e.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my go buck 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

[snoop
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.
Back on the with my khakis 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 they all
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 pigs on a with me,
Not a cop wanna knock with me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So you wanna 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 1-8-7 on a 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 gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and 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 aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well 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 on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your 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...