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 rock ya body, body, 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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, if Suge rapped how would 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 s'posed to be, nigga

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

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

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, 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 on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Yes, please believe she
And she gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, please, we're bosses

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

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

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' MC's for the that they sold you
And all the prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me
Find yourself hangin' from 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, 'em please valet my ride

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