Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya that of
Nigga that just don't give a
But nathan and if you then
a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you fade her
Soldier with a heart made of
my nigga b, I handle business on the real and
Then I make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my 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 ain't got no love for you
I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a blunt
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm ready to on
To another level rob some 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 ready to to uhh!

Verse two: boy}

I even the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my zookie if I to
Daze you up daz
I give a fuck like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's come against me
Me and the tecster in day light
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a show no
mean the boss, I never forget hoes

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 boy you disrespected my a-gender and
Called me a

Verse { yella boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse six: boy}

Sweatin' like a to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand lies a tool
I call my
It's like my best friend 'cause
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's
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 that was stashed in his 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 slab's
My started gettin' swole
My has thickened
That's how it is
like ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in 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 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, go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no
Got to be a big tymer, i''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise this shit
See tommorow, the clip bitch
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow nigga
Better runnin'
When I start up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches catch me bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella

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

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