Luyện nghe bài hát Deep Cover

Tonight's the night I get in some (yeah)
Deep on the incognito tip
motherfuckers if I have to, peeling caps too
Cause you know I'm coming at you
I guess that's part of the game; but I feel for the
Who think he gonna come and change thangs
With the swiftness, so get it with the quickness
And let me my business, yo
I'm on a and my mission won't stop
I get the nigga maxing at the top
(I you get his ass 'fore he drop)
Kingpin back while his workers slang his rocks
Coming up a fat rat
Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his
So difficult to get him
(But I got the hook up with
Who knows how to get in contact him)
Hit him like and like that
Let em know that I'm looking for a big fat sack
With to spend, so let's rush it
If you want to it tonight, we'll discuss it
On a nigga's time, and a nigga's
Take my strap in case one of his boys recognize my face
he's a sheisty motherfucker
But I gives a fuck; I'm going Deep Cover

Yeah, and you stop
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)
Yeah, and you stop
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Creep me, as I crawl through the hood
Maniac, lunatic, call me Snoop
dust as I bust, fuck peace
And, the motherfuckin punk
You already I gives a fuck about a cop
So why in the would you think that it would stop?
Plot, yeah, that's what we's to do
Take yo' ass on a mission the boys in blue
Dre (what up Snoop?) Yo, I got the
Tonight's the night like Betty Wright, and I'm
Killing, feeling, no remorse,
So go straight to the motherfucking source
And see we can find
cops that be getting niggas a gang of time
And now they make a deal with me
Scoop me up and put me on team and chill with me
.. and make my pockets
They want to meet with me tonight at seven (so what's up nigga?)
What you wanna do? (What you do?)
I got the gauge, a uzi, and my twenty-two
So if you wanna blast, we can buck 'em
If we stick 'em then we 'em, so fuck 'em!
("I can it!")

Yeah, and you stop
(Cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop)
Yeah, and you stop
(Cause 1-8-7 on a undercover cop)

Six-fo'-five was the time on the
When me and my homey belled in the lot
The scene looked strange and it felt a set up
(Better not be, cause if it is they lit up!)
Oh - they come from the back in they 'llacs
I'm checking for the Gats they strap, so up, black?
(Chill, let's hear the
If it ain't up to what you feel grab your steel)
Right, so, what you motherfuckers gonna come at me
Hope you ain't none of my grip
Cause you can save that shit (guess what told me?)
"We you 20 G's if you snitch on your homey
We'll put you in a home, and make your plush
Oh yeah, but you got to dope for us."
Hmmm, let me think it
my back and grabbed my gat
And what I told him before I shot it:
"If you don't quit, yeah, if you stop, yeah
I'm letting my Gat pop - cause it's 1-8-7 on a cop!"