Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome 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.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch 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 word said,
let my forty-fo' 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 he's 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,
full of cavi and I'm headed 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 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 with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at 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 then we 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
ought to stop 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.
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 it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your on your motherfuckin' shit.

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