Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

211s at night 187s in the day
Nigga we just give a fuck
211s at 187s in the day light
we just don't give a fuck

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the you gonna fade her
Soldier a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I business on the real and
I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be 'em regular like
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my riches as I through my hood
on a blunt givin' love where it's 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
Like a blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I said it's been way
Since fuckin' start, you me from my
crew, you know what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm to serve to uhh!

Verse {yella boy}

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

three: {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

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

Verse five:

know that I'm back
Like brand new wax on new cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm plus I just
my equipment bag

Verse {yella boy}

Sweatin' like a to do you
It's best you scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my lies a tool that
I my mack
It's like my best 'cause when
I spin the bin it get jammed
chargin' like a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop it
One tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was stashed in his suit
I had to show him, I had to over him
Stunt a lick of that hit and it was on
I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
Keep a full of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that
yo mama cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him to the head, smoke 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 wanna
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's noon, let's go get somebody
To buy yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse nine: boy}

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

We 'em stop playin' with me
playin' with me