Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and some
Be try'na buck but lil' ya 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 fuck you fade her
Soldier with a made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle on the real and
Then I make my rounds, pick up my car from
My 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my as I stroll 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 for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a 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 it's been 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 {yella boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

four: { yella boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

know that I'm back
Like brand new wax on brand new
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' plus I
Lost my bag

Verse six: boy}

like a zoo-loo to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion I'm on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

Verse seven ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I my mack
It's like my best friend when
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You in pocket bitch, you better drop 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 stashed in his suit
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 started slab's
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
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 bitch a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's
my bat if I ain't got that iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you shot my son
Gave him to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get
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 this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
hollow tip's nigga
Better start
I start comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is on the front page
Let them bitches catch me bad
With my

Verse nine: 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 fuckin' ya bitch you
For you get

We 'em stop playin' with me
Stop with me