Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Body

Aoww, and Dre
I was the one who in you

I got one bad chick, she by my
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, ya body, body
Rock, ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the fuck you know like
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em on a hook

Joey C like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money, I knock on do's
Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze the eagle
Bet I murder five-oh-fo', crack, yes

You need protection
dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, shift revolver
me in the attic, long dist' the target

After that, do the like phone booths
What'chu gon' do them dudes run up on you
And ya body, body, catch somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just

Yeah, I'm street like
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, ain't G's like that
'Cause when it's time to
They quick to point the heat right back

I got one bad chick, she by my
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

And rock ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, ya body
Just rock, who the fuck you like Cook?
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Yo, if rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper loc' as me
Cook on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

Yeah, the Bronx is
my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin' niggaz

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef that you had is baby's momma
You best to wear vest as a doo-rag
I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

Yeah, I a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' Pookie from New Jack
Said it, yeah all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the

I got one bad chick, she by my
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body,
Rock ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, 'em dance on a hook

Yes, believe she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the
The blood red G-T'll leave ya
And as for the wife, please, we're bosses

Crenshaw, you can me on the strip
Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the
Shit, I'm in County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick nigga

New York know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz never listen till they vision pitch
Pawn you out of butt-naked in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' MC's for the dreams they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz shots at me
Find hangin' from your feet off the balcony

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more waitin'
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body,
ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the fuck you like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, 'em dance on a hook now