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

And just ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock, ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the fuck you know Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em 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 gon' need
dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift
me in the attic, long 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, catch
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body drop

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

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

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 closest you got is me
no damn near a rapper this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be,

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

sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The beef 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 to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New
it, yeah it's 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
Pull out the red carpet, walk the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em valet my ride

And just ya body, body, rock ya body, 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 she gorgeous
And she gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T'll ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, bosses

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

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

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

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