Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this 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 heat fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another 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,
Head away, sent away, get Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now time to put they 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, cause I'm 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 that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a cop wanna 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, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"

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

Splat to a 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 glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin'
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas keep your on your motherfuckin' shit.

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