Luyện nghe bài hát 187 (Deep Cover Remix)

[Dr.
Niggers that I to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet 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 niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like this and that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they know the 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 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

[Snoop
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 it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus they 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 what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a with me,
Not a cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you 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,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
the glock 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm to take 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 it's on, and on, and it's on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.

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...