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
About two more waitin'
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please 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?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

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

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

After that, do the walk-through like booths
gon' do when them dudes run up on you
And rock ya body, body, somebody
park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop

Yeah, I'm like that
Pull off the Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's that
when it's time to shoot
They quick to point the heat right nigga

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

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 this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's to be, nigga

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

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

Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie New Jack
it, yeah it's all out war
So do your 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, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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