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 night in the day light
we just don't give a fuck

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya that 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 a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I business on the real and
Then I chill my rounds, pick up my car from
My 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my riches as I through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' 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 to move on
To level rob some nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I it's been that way
Since 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 {yella boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

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

five: {tec-9}

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

Verse {yella boy}

Sweatin' like a 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 hand a tool that
I call my
It's like my friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's
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 in his suit coat
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin' lick of hit and it was on
I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas started slab's
My pocket's gettin' swole
My knot has
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you down
my bat if I ain't got that iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my son
Gave him three to the head, a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my
got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m to
a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

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

nine: {yella 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
ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get

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