Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

211s at night in the day light
Nigga we just give a fuck
211s at night in the day light
we just don't give a fuck

Verse one: ya}

be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya type of
Nigga just don't give a fuck
But and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that
So how the fuck you fade her
Soldier with a made of steel
my nigga b, I handle business on the real and
Then I make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my as I stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love where all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I ain't got no for you chumps
'cause I'm a smoke 'em and 'em
a philly blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another level rob nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said been that way
fuckin' start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm to serve to uhh!

Verse two: {yella

I even got's the bangin' at'cha
Grab my zookie if I to
Daze you up daz
I give a fuck like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's that against me
Me and the in broad day light
We to do thee fuck it
Of course, I'm a show no
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

three: {tec-9}

I'm skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease wax
I ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you disrespected my and
me a nigga

Verse four: { boy}

I'm dumpin' you out like boss hog
I don't a fuck about y'all
You don't know I would do to you
But I know what'cha do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck over you

five: {tec-9}

Y'all know that I'm
Like new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm I'm yawnin' plus I just
Lost my bag

six: {yella boy}

Sweatin' a zoo-loo to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

Verse seven ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my lies a tool that
I call my
It's like my best friend 'cause
I spin the bin it don't get
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe them hollow's hit'cha
You in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was in his suit coat
I had to show him, I had to fuck him
a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My pocket's started swole
My has thickened
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
a brew full of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
time, beatin' you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that
Leave yo cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, a blunt now I'm done
me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You bitches don't the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise this shit
See tommorow, the clip bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
hollow tip's nigga
Better start
When I start comin' up the
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is on the front page
Let bitches catch me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella

You despise, why I'm up in
Now you paralyzed you realize
To stop with me
My click is quick to let bullet's fly
Click ya fuckin' ya bitch you
For you get

We droppin' 'em stop with me
Stop playin' me