Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Tonight's the night I get in shit (yeah)
Cover on the incognito tip
Killing motherfuckers if I have to, peeling too
you niggas know I'm coming at you
I that's part of the game; but I feel for the nigga
Who think he just gonna come and thangs
the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
And let me my business, yo
I'm on a mission and my won't stop
Until I get the nigga at the top
(I hope you get his ass he drop)
Kingpin kicking back while his workers 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 that I'm for a big fat dope sack
With to spend, so let's rush it
If you want to handle it tonight, we'll it
On a nigga's time, and a place
Take my strap just in one of his boys recognize my face
Cause he's a sheisty
But I gives a fuck; cause I'm Deep Cover

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

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

Yeah, and you don't
(Cause it's on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you stop
(Cause it's on a undercover cop)

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