Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a motherfucker shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the 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 damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot 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 from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my eyes on the unfolding.
And there gonna 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,
cause it's 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 for the cops 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.
Scared as a motherfucker, cause I'm out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
the last nigga that you know drop.
Another out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna 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 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 'em then we stuck 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the 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 detect
So I creep on ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and on, and it's 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 your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your 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...