Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Dogg]
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 time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So you wanna 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 it's 1-8-7 on a cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch 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 creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop...