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, walk the line
Pass the keys, 'em please valet my ride

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

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

You gon' protection
This dude mad with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, shift revolver
Find me in the attic, dist' the target

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

Yeah, I'm street like
Pull off the Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they G's like that
when it's time to shoot
They quick to the heat right back nigga

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

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

Yeah, the is back
my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don
Been stompin' unconscious

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you want me to do dat

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

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

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

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

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

New York y'all know it is
Got a guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen till vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

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

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 ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a now