Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Hit motherfucker G, no, naw man, I can't fuck with that
Aww man, I been dealin' witchu for three motherfuckin'
You ain't hit the pipe in of me yet
So what you sayin'? I you five-oh
Five-oh? Man, I ain't no cop
Well, hit dis den

I can it

the night, I get in some shit
'Deep on the incognito tip
Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' too
you niggaz know, I'm comin' at you

I that's part of the game, but I feel for the nigga
Who think he just gon' and change thangs
the swiftness, so get it right with the quickness
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 hope you get his ass he drop)
Kingpin kickin' back while his workers slang his
up like a fat rat

Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his
So it's to get him
(But I got the hook up with
Who knows how to get in with him)
Hit him this and like that

Let 'em know that I'm lookin' for a big fat dope
ends to spend, so let's rush it
If you to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time and a place

Take my strap just in one
Of his recognize my face
he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I gives a fuck, I'm going 'Deep Cover'

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

Creep with me, as I crawl through the
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop
Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck
And, the motherfuckin' punk

You know, I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the fuck would you think that it stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's to do
Take yo' ass on a mission the boys in blue

Dre, yo, I got the
(Whattup Snoop?)
the night like Betty Wright, and I'm chillin'
Killin', feelin', no remorse,
So let's go to the motherfuckin' source

And see what we can
Crooked-ass cops be gettin' niggaz a gang of time
And now they wanna make a with me
Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill me

And make my pockets
They want to with me tonight at seven o'clock
(So nigga?)
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 then we 'em, so fuck '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)

was the time on the clock
When me and my homey in the parkin' lot
The scene looked and it felt like a set up
(Better not be, 'cause if it is gettin' lit up)
Oh, here they come from the back in 'llacs

I'm checkin' for the gats they strap, so black?
(Chill, hear the deal)
(If it ain't up to what you then grab your steel)
Right, so, what you gon' come at me with?
you ain't wantin' none of my grip
'Cause you can that shit
(Guess what they me?)

"We give you 20 G's if you on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make life plush
Oh yeah, but you got to sell for us"
Hmm, let me about it

Turned my back and my gat
And guess what I told him I shot it
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop,
I'm lettin' my gat pop, 'cause it's on a undercover cop"

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

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

Yeah, and you stop
('Cause it's on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you stop
('Cause it's on a undercover cop)
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