Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys passed on.
Row come to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So wanna 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 minute you on the West Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat their 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 ain't be no trippin'
they know 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, sent away, get away got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the 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 all fiend
Follow me, they keep murder, but it won't 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 with me,
Not a cop wanna 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 wanna blast, nigga we can 'em
If we stick 'em 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 motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch him spin.
it, I had to do this quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went 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,
Dead in his tracks, from a 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.
1-8-7 and on again.
it's on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your 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,
Niggas keep hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...