Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell dope
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many wanna see me, and is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas bust every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
like this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So when 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 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,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get Snoop's got a gun,
And lookin' for the cops who set him up in '86
Now it's to put they ass in the mix.
on the streets with my khakis and my scars,
Nuts full of cavi and I'm 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 that you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a what it's about.
Now, 99 on a block with me,
Not a motherfuckin' cop wanna knock me,
A C-O-N-V-I-C-T, the motherfuckin' D-O-G, comin' the L-B-C.
at what the doc brought in,
A 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So you wanna do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow points and him spin.
it, I had to do this 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.
ought to stop from 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.
and it's on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...