Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[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' the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
down the streets 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 this and that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the of shit that I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.

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

[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
away, sent away, get away 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.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts 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
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 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 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 to load the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade 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 on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.

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