Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

211s at night in the day light
Nigga we just don't a fuck
at night 187s 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 buck but ya that type of
Nigga that just don't a fuck
But and if you hatin' then
a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you fade her
Soldier with a made of steel
Like my b, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car
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' love where it's all and
For you who ain't go no love
I ain't got no love for you
'cause I'm a '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 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
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 thee it
Of course, I'm a no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse three:

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

Verse { yella boy}

I'm you bitches out like boss hog
I don't give a about y'all
You don't know 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 brand new wax on brand new
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I
Lost my bag

six: {yella boy}

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

Verse seven ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my lies a tool that
I call my
It's like my best friend 'cause
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better it
One nigga tested my nut's he had the 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 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 knot has
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
a brew full of rock's
'cause my bitch a serve,
kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a 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, doin' dirt
twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, 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 eight:

You bitches don't the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my boy's
Mag-11 tip's nigga
Better runnin'
I start comin' 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 you realize
To stop with me
My click is quick to let them fly
Click ya fuckin' self ya you
For you get

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