Luyện nghe bài hát 187

[dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many wanna see me, and 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' the streets of l.a.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So creep you in the c-p-t.
You catch heat from with' the d-r-e.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
Cause know the type of shit that I be holding.
If another 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, away, get away 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 with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to make my green, and they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it stop,
Until the nigga that you know drop.
nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock me,
A c-o-n-v-i-c-t, the d-o-g, comin' from the l-b-c.
Look at what the doc 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 wanna blast, nigga we can 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck '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 motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
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, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin'
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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...