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' about the that 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.
back 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 that just 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 spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's word 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,
it's 1-8-7 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 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 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 they all fiend
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock 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 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, nigga we can '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,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop

to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and 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 on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take 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 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 really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your 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...