Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me what's up and they 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 wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the 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 it's 1-8-7 on a 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 time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts 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 keep yellin' murder, but it 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 motherfuckin' cop wanna with 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 chrome 38, a 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 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 1-8-7 on a cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' 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! 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 to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck '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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...