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,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the that
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause they know the type of that I be holding.
If another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 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 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 of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to my green, and plus they all fiend
Follow me, they keep yellin' murder, but it stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck it's about.
Now, 99 pigs on a block me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna with me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at the doc brought in,
A chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 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 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and 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 that ass, pops him and him.
That to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, from a six pack.
Relax, cause I'm 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 it's on, and on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if really wanna 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...