Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

one: {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that just don't a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a hater but I'm straight out three
So how the you gonna fade her
Soldier a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle business on the and
Then I chill my rounds, pick up my car from
My 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
my riches as I stroll 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 for you chumps
I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm to move on
To level rob some nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's been way
Since fuckin' start, you me from my
crew, you know what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm ready to to uhh!

Verse {yella boy}

I got's the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my zookie if I to
you up like daz
I don't give a fuck kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's that against me
Me and the in broad day light
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a show no
Don't mean the boss, I never forget

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse { yella boy}

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

Verse five:

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

Verse {yella boy}

Sweatin' 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 bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I my mack
It's like my best friend 'cause
I the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe them 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 was stashed in his suit coat
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a fuckin' 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
like ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a full of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you down
With my bat if I got that iron
Leave yo cryin' 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 it up my nostril
got me loose as a goose and I wanna 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 {tec-9}

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

nine: {yella boy}

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

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