Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

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

Verse two: {yella

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

I'm dumpin' you bitches out like hog
I don't give a about y'all
You don't know what I 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 I'm back
Like brand new wax on new cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' I just
Lost my bag

Verse {yella boy}

Sweatin' like a to do you
It's best you scram
I'm a champion I'm 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 my best friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it get jammed
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop it
One nigga my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat was stashed 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 started slab's
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my bitch a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in 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, dirt everyday
It's noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my comin'
Mag-11 tip's nigga
Better runnin'
I start comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is on the front page
Let them catch me down bad
With my

Verse nine: {yella

You despise, why I'm up in
Now you plus 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 with me