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
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 know like
Kill a 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, with the eagle
Bet I murder five-oh-fo', crack, yes

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

After that, do the walk-through like booths
What'chu gon' do when dudes run up on you
And rock ya body, body, catch
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, they ain't G's that
'Cause it's time to shoot
They to point the heat right back nigga

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

And just rock ya body, body, ya body, body
ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, '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 a rapper this loc' as me
Cook on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your 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' like from New Jack
Said it, 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
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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

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

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

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

By now you can see I'm global
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they 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'
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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