Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck 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

[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get away got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of 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
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' 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 wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"

Yeah, and you stop,
it's 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.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points 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 to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.

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