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 waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
Pass the keys, tell 'em please 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?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em on a hook

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

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

that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu 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 like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like
'Cause when it's to shoot
They 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 ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the fuck you know like
a nigga 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
Ain't no damn 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
they do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin' unconscious

Been niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef that you had is wit'cha momma
You best to wear your as a doo-rag
I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie New Jack
Said it, yeah 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, walk past the
the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

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

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

Crenshaw, you can me on the strip
Black Ferrari, nine 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 guns, got a hundred clips
Niggaz listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' for the dreams that they sold you
And all the prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me
yourself hangin' from 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 my ride

And just rock ya body, body, 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 dance on a now