Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But and if you hatin' then
You's a hater but I'm straight out three
So how the fuck you gonna her
with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle business on the and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car
My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular
Dre be hittin' his
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 ain't got no love for you
'cause I'm a smoke 'em and 'em
Like a blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To level rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I it's been that way
fuckin' 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 ready to to uhh!

Verse two: boy}

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

three: {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

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

five: {tec-9}

Y'all know I'm back
brand new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' I just
Lost my bag

Verse six: {yella

like a zoo-loo to do you
It's best you scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' 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 like my best friend when
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop 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 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
started pushin' slab's
My pocket's started gettin'
My has thickened
That's how it is
like ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my bitch a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's
With my bat if I ain't got that
Leave yo mama cryin' why you my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a 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 wanna
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a couple of 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 fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my comin'
Mag-11 hollow nigga
Better runnin'
I start comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad face is caught on the front page
Let them catch me down bad
With my

Verse {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 self ya bitch you
For you get

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