Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row to show 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.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' 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 heat from with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 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 Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets my khakis and my scars,
Nuts 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 they all fiend
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
nigga out, but I doubt that 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.
Look at what the doc 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 blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"

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

to a motherfucker 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 went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they 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...