Luyện nghe bài hát Dre- "187"

[Dr.
that I used to know 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 back to Nam, California.
Ain't a thing changed, so let me warn you.
Every motherfuckin minute you on the Side,
The side, 20 niggers that just died.
Walkin' the streets of L.A.
strapped cause niggas bust caps every day, yo
The 1-8-7 stop, on undercover cops,
So on this gettin' popped, shot,
Droppin' like and like that,
Rat-tat-tat-tat with their caps back.
So when you in the C-P-T.
You catch 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 of shit that I be holding.
If another word said,
I'll let my go buck to the head, nigga.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause it's 1-8-7 on a 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 time to put they ass in the mix.
Back on the streets with my and my scars,
Nuts full of and I'm headed for the bar.
as a motherfucker, cause I'm fresh out,
But I got to make my green, and plus they all
Follow me, they yellin' murder, but it won't stop,
Until the last nigga you know 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 knock with 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 chrome 38, a Fo'ty-fo' mag, and 10
So what you do? (What you wanna do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi and the 22
so if you blast, nigga we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em so fuck 'em!"
Yeah, and you stop,
it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin 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 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 went 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,
in his tracks, from a full six pack.
Relax, I'm about to take 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 to your motherfuckin' dome
And it's on, and it's on, and on, and it's on,
Fo'-fo' Desert Eagle to your dome.
Fuck 'em, buck 'em, if they really trip,
Niggas keep your hands on your shit.
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
Yeah, and you stop,
cause 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop...