Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death Row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And ain't gonna be no trippin'
they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's word said,
I'll let my 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, sent away, get away got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops 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, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus all fiend
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em we stuck 'em so fuck '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.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on 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 fade 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 to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if really wanna trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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