Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Tonight's the I get in some shit (yeah)
Deep on the incognito tip
motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too
Cause you niggas I'm coming at you
I guess that's part of the game; but I for the nigga
Who think he just gonna come and thangs
With the swiftness, so get it with the quickness
And let me my business, yo
I'm on a and my mission won't stop
Until I get the maxing at the top
(I hope you get his ass he drop)
kicking back while his workers slang his rocks
Coming up a fat rat
Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his
So difficult to get him
(But I got the up with somebody
Who knows how to get in with him)
Hit him this and like that
Let em that I'm looking 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 nigga's
Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my
Cause he's a motherfucker
But I gives a cause I'm going Deep Cover

Yeah, and you stop
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you stop
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

with me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, me Snoop Eastwood
Kicking as I bust, fuck peace
And, the punk police
You already I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's to do
Take yo' ass on a with the boys in blue
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the
Tonight's the night Betty Wright, and I'm chilling
Killing, feeling, no remorse,
So lets go straight to the motherfucking
And see we can find
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 team and chill me
.. and my pockets bigger
want to meet with me tonight at seven 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 blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we struck 'em, so fuck 'em!
("I can it!")

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

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