Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me what's 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 label got the name
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.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You heat from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's 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 1-8-7 on a 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 for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh 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 that you drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a with 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.
at what 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 '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
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong cause 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 clip click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop...