Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I to know and sell dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and they can on,
Thinkin' about the homeys that on.
Death Row to show you all the game 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.
back to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn thing changed, so let me you.
Every motherfuckin 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 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You heat 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 another word said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 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,
away, sent away, get away Snoop's 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 with my and my scars,
full of cavi and I'm headed for the bar.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and 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 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.
Look at the doc brought in,
A 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and mack 10
So what you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you wanna blast, nigga we can 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im the hollow points and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do quick.
Grabbed the glock 17, the went click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I on that ass, pops him and drops him.
That ought to stop beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I aimed the twelve gauge for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade 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 your dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop...