Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my got the name that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust caps day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover 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 fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there ain't gonna be no
Cause they the type of shit that I be holding.
If there's another 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,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, away, get away 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 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
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop knock with 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 blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he 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 17, the clip went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I creep on that ass, pops him and him.
That to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take 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 on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna 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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...