Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just 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 this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
Cause know the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go 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 Snoop's got a gun,
And he's lookin' for the who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to make my green, and they all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
the last nigga that 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 knock me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So what you do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"
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
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I 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 on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really 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,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...