Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to 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.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause 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 on a motherfuckin cop

[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the 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 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 with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna 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 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do 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 stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep 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...