Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death Row come to 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 to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this 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 on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't be no trippin'
they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
I'll let my 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 Snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops 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,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought 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 it's 1-8-7 on a cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do 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.
That ought to stop from 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! then I fade the wind.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop...