Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
Niggers that I used to know and dope wit'
to how a motherfucker flow shit,
And let me know up and they can blast on,
about the homeys that passed on.
Death Row come to show you all the at,
And show you how my label got the name
So many see me, and time is money,
But in the P-E-N, yo.
Welcome back to Nam, California.
Ain't a damn changed, so let me warn you.
Every minute you on the West Side,
The best side, 20 that just died.
down the streets of L.A.
Stay strapped cause bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 don't stop, on cops,
So on spot gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
with their caps peelin' back.
So creep you in the C-P-T.
You catch heat from fuckin' 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 another word said,
let my forty-fo' go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets 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 keep murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga that you drop.
Another out, but I doubt that you really 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 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, nigga we can 'em
If we stick 'em then we stuck 'em so 'em!"
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
Splat to a face, he fall.
Strong motherfucker cause he to crawl.
I guess I gots to the glock again.
Hit 'im with the hollow and watch him spin.
Fuck it, I had to do 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 stop 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 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 motherfuckin'
And on, and it's on, and it's on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to motherfuckin' dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they wanna trip,
Niggas keep your on your motherfuckin' shit.
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...