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, 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
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

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

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

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

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

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

And just rock ya body, body, ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em 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
Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

Been niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to 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 Laden talk, disappearin' like from New Jack
Said it, it's all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, you hit the floor

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 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 Cook?
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 leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, bosses

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, bumpin' nigga

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

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

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 please valet my

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