Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and sell wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know what's up and can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row to show you all the game at,
And you how my label got the name that
So wanna see me, and time 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.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause niggas caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this spot popped, shot,
Droppin' this and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps 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'
Cause they know the type of shit I be holding.
If there's another said,
I'll let my forty-fo' go to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
[Snoop
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 time to put ass in the mix.
Back on the with my khakis 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 plus they all
me, they keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know drop.
Another nigga out, but I doubt that you really 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 motherfuckin' D-O-G, from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc in,
A chrome 38, a 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, we can buck '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,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker he starts to crawl.
I I gots to load the glock again.
Hit 'im with the points and watch 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 on that ass, pops him and drops him.
ought to stop from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, cause I'm about to my respect.
I the twelve gauge straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! then I fade 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' Desert Eagle to your motherfuckin'
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Eagle to your motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your 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...