Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know 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.
Death Row to show you all the game 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 to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn 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.
strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat 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 of shit that I be holding.
If there's another said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.

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

[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get Snoop's got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the streets my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the nigga that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block 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.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So you wanna 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 stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"

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

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they 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...