Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and some
Be try'na but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But and if you hatin' then
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna her
with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I business 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 through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt love where 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 philly
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm to move on
To another level rob nigga's or
Whatever I got big
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: boy}

I even got's the boogy at'cha
my zookie if I have to
Daze you up daz
I don't a fuck like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' that come against me
Me and the tecster in broad day
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse {tec-9}

I'm gettin' like that, I'm slippery like ease 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 about
You know what I would do to you
But I what'cha will do to you
I would you, I would fuck clean over you

five: {tec-9}

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

Verse six: {yella

like a zoo-loo to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a donkey 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 my best friend 'cause when
I the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You bet's believe when hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better 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 stashed in his suit
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My started gettin' swole
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 got that iron
Leave yo mama why you shot my only 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
Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna
We put in work, dirt everyday
twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, i''m down to
a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches don't know the fuckin' of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the clip bitch
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's
Better start
When I start comin' up the
With my like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front
Let them bitches me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella

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

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