Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that just don't a fuck
But nathan and if you then
a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna her
Soldier with a heart of steel
Like my b, I handle 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
my riches as I stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love it's all good and
For you who ain't go no love
I got no love for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
a philly blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I said been that way
Since fuckin' start, you know me 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 got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my zookie if I to
Daze you up daz
I don't give a fuck kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's come against 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 hoes

Verse {tec-9}

I'm skiet like that, I'm slippery like ease 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 I would do to you
But I know will do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck clean you

five: {tec-9}

Y'all that I'm back
Like new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm I'm yawnin' plus I just
Lost my bag

Verse six: boy}

Sweatin' a zoo-loo to do you
It's best you fuckin'
I'm a champion I'm on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a tool
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 hollow's
You in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my 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 pushin' slab's
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
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 got that iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my 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 as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's twelve noon, let's go get
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a 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 this
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my boy's
Mag-11 tip's nigga
Better start
When I comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is on the front page
Let them bitches me down bad
With my

Verse {yella boy}

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

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