Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of 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 it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop

Dogg]
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 it's to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block 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 the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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