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
Nigga we just don't give a

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be buck but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that just give a fuck
But nathan and if you hatin'
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna her
Soldier with a heart of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle on the real and
I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my
Puffin' on a blunt love where it's all good and
For you who ain't 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 my grove 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 it's that way
Since fuckin' start, you know me 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: boy}

I even got's the boogy at'cha
my zookie if I have to
Daze you up daz
I don't give a fuck like
I'm mc's that come against me
Me and the in broad day light
We comin' to do fuck it
Of course, I'm a show no
Don't mean the boss, I forget hoes

three: {tec-9}

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

four: { yella boy}

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

Verse five:

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

Verse six: 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 lies a tool that
I call my
It's my best friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it get jammed
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe when them 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
Stunt a fuckin' of that hit and it was on
I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas started pushin'
My pocket's started gettin'
My has thickened
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is flippin' 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, beatin' you nigga's
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
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my
Drain got me loose as a goose and I shot
We put in work, dirt everyday
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 and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You bitches know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow nigga
Better start
When I start comin' up the
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage 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 plus you realize
To playin' with me
My is quick to let them bullet's fly
Click ya self ya bitch you
For you get

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