Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

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

Verse two: boy}

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

Verse {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: { boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse six: boy}

like a zoo-loo to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' 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 the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in bitch, you better 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 in his suit coat
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin' of that hit and it was on
I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas started slab's
My pocket's started gettin'
My knot has
That's how it is
Nigga ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew full of
my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in at the
Same time, beatin' you down
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a now I'm done
Give me a bag of helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a and I wanna 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 couple of cap's and get these nigga's out snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

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

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 bullet's fly
ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get

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