Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover 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 from with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of 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 yellin' murder, but it won't 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 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.
at what the doc brought 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 'em then 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.
motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to 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.
Well it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
keep your hands on your 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...