Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to and sell dope wit'
Listen to how a flow shit,
And let me what's up and they can blast on,
Thinkin' about the that passed on.
Death Row come to you all the game at,
And you how my label got the name that
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome to Viet Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
motherfuckin minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 niggers that died.
Walkin' down the of L.A.
Stay cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The don't stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch from fuckin' with' the D-R-E.
I got my on the shit unfolding.
And there gonna be no trippin'
Cause 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 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Dogg]
3 and to the 2 and 2 and to the 1,
Head away, sent away, get Snoop's got a gun,
And he's for the cops who set him up in '86
Now time 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.
Scared as a motherfucker, I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, keep yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
nigga out, but I doubt that you really give a fuck what 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 D-O-G, comin' from the L-B-C.
Look at what the doc 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 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
to a motherfucker face, he fall.
Strong cause he starts to crawl.
I guess I 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 clip click.
to detect, but did not detect perfect
So I creep on that ass, him and drops him.
That ought to from beatin' up blacks,
Dead in his tracks, a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take my respect.
I aimed the twelve straight for his neck.
Boo-yaa! Boo-yaa! I fade into the wind.
1-8-7 and on again.
Well it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, 'em, if they really wanna trip,
keep your hands on your motherfuckin' shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's on a motherfuckin cop...