Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And ain't gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my 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, away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really 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.
at what the doc brought 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 wanna blast, nigga we can 'em
If we stick 'em then we '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 cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade 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 motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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