Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
that I used to know and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the at,
And you how my label got the name that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
a damn thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps 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 be no trippin'
they know the type of shit that I be holding.
If another word 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,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
[Snoop
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, away, get away Snoop's got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now time to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets 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 you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt you really give a fuck what it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a with 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 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 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 'em so fuck 'em!"
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
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to load the again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
Tried to detect, but did not perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve 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,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop...