Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

be try'na rep and some fool's
Be buck but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a hater but I'm straight out three
So how the fuck you fade her
Soldier with a heart of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle business on the and
Then I chill make my rounds, up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my
on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I ain't got no love for you
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another level rob some or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's 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 if I have to
Daze you up daz
I give a fuck like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's that against me
Me and the tecster in day light
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse three:

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

Verse { yella boy}

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

Verse five:

Y'all know I'm back
brand new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm plus I just
Lost my bag

Verse six: {yella

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

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand lies a tool
I my mack
It's like my best 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better 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 stashed in his coat
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 has thickened
how it is when
Nigga ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
a brew full of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy some yae, 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 eight:

You bitches don't know the size of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 tip's nigga
start runnin'
When I start up the block
With my like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front
Let them bitches me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: boy}

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

We 'em stop playin' with me
Stop with me