Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
that just don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of
Like my b, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car
My bitches 'cause I be 'em regular like
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my riches as I stroll my hood
Puffin' on a blunt love where it's all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I got no love for you chumps
I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm ready to on
To another rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I it's been that way
Since start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm to serve to uhh!

Verse two: {yella

I even got's the boogy bangin'
Grab my zookie if I to
you up like daz
I give a fuck like kurupt
I'm mc's that come against me
Me and the tecster in day light
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I forget hoes

three: {tec-9}

I'm gettin' like 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
me a nigga

Verse { yella boy}

I'm dumpin' you out like boss hog
I give a fuck about 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

Verse five:

Y'all know I'm back
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 you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm actin' a donkey on 'em

Verse seven ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I call my
like my best friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it get jammed
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you 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 started pushin'
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
That's how it is
Nigga ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
Keep a full of rock's
'cause my bitch a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my son
Gave him three to the head, a blunt now I'm done
me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches don't know the fuckin' of this shit
I'm on the rise this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
2-2-6 my boy's
hollow tip's nigga
Better start
I start comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the page
Let bitches catch me down bad
With my

Verse {yella boy}

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

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