Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' the homeys that passed on.
Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps 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 they know the type of 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 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 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 lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
on the streets with 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 all fiend
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock 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 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 wanna blast, nigga we can '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.
motherfucker cause he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops 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.
1-8-7 and on again.
it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin'
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.

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...