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, walk 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 fuck you like Cook?
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm street like
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause when time to shoot
They quick to point the heat 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, tell 'em 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

Yo, if rapped how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest you got is me
Ain't no near 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 monster track
What they do Fat? Yeah we been on 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 to wear your vest as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you want me to do dat

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

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

And just rock ya body, body, ya body, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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