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 what's 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 got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' 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 forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin 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, away, get away 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.
Back on the streets 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 all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts 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 perfect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop 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.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.

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