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 up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So wanna see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their caps peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of that I be holding.
If there's word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
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
[Snoop
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 time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis 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 all fiend
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a cop wanna knock with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So what you do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 points and him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop from up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop...