Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Tonight's the I get in some shit (yeah)
Cover on the incognito tip
Killing motherfuckers if I to, peeling caps too
you niggas know I'm coming at you
I guess that's part of the game; but I feel for the
Who think he just come and change thangs
With the swiftness, so get it right with the
And let me my business, yo
I'm on a and my mission won't stop
Until I get the nigga at the top
(I you get his ass 'fore he drop)
Kingpin back while his workers slang his rocks
up like a fat rat
Big money, big cars, big on his back
So difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up somebody
Who knows how to get in contact him)
Hit him like this and that
Let em know I'm looking for a big fat dope sack
With ends to spend, so let's it
If you want to it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time, and a nigga's
Take my strap in case one of his boys recognize my face
he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I a fuck; cause I'm going Deep Cover

Yeah, and you don't
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you don't
(Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop)

Creep me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, call me Eastwood
dust as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin police
You already know I a fuck about a cop
So why in the would you think that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's we's about to do
Take yo' ass on a mission with the boys in
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the
the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chilling
Killing, feeling, no remorse,
So lets go straight to the source
And see we can find
Crooked-ass cops that be getting niggas a gang of
And now wanna make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill me
.. and make my bigger
They want to meet with me tonight at seven (so what's up nigga?)
What you do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi, and my twenty-two
So if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we struck 'em, so 'em!
("I can it!")

Yeah, and you don't
(Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop)
Yeah, and you don't
(Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop)

Six-fo'-five was the time on the
When me and my homey belled in the lot
The looked strange and it felt like a set up
(Better not be, if it is they getting lit up!)
Oh - here they come from the in they 'llacs
I'm checking for the Gats strap, so what's up, black?
(Chill, let's hear the
If it ain't up to you feel then grab your steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna at me with?
you ain't wanting none of my grip
Cause you can save that shit (guess they told me?)
"We you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your life
Oh yeah, but you got to sell for us."
Hmmm, let me about it
my back and grabbed my gat
And guess what I told him I shot it:
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you stop, yeah
I'm my Gat pop - cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop!"