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 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
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

Joey C like five-oh-fo'
Better my money, 'cause 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
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

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

Yeah, I'm street like
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez that
Your crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause it's time to shoot
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, walk past the
Pass the keys, 'em please valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya 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 Suge how hard would 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 s'posed to be, nigga

Yeah, the Bronx is
It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on monster track
What they do Fat? we been on some Don shit
Been niggaz unconscious

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

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

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

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

Yes, please believe she
And she ain't gon' leave she see the fortress
The blood red leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, we're

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

New York y'all what it is
Got a guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz never listen till they turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a

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

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

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