Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
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
[Snoop
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 my khakis and my scars,
Nuts of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A chrome 38, a mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the points 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, pops him and him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
'em, buck 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...