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, walk the line
the keys, tell '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?
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Joey C Murder five-oh-fo'
have my money, 'cause 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 with the & Wesson
You know, automatic, shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long the target

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

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two waitin' outside
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em 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?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

Yo, if Suge how hard would it be
But he don't, so the thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this as me
Cook on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

Yeah, the is back
my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been stompin' niggaz

Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you
The only beef that you had is wit'cha baby's
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 talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
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 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
Just rock, who the fuck you know like
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em on a hook

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

Crenshaw, you can find me on the
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 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 I'm global
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they you
And all the false prophecies of takin' shots at me
Find yourself hangin' your feet off the balcony

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 valet my ride

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