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, past the line
Pass the keys, 'em please valet my ride

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

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

You gon' protection
This mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift
me in the attic, long dist' the target

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

Yeah, I'm street like
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's 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 waitin'
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

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

Yo, if Suge how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest you got is me
no damn near a rapper this loc' 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' unconscious

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

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

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 ya body, body, rock 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 on a hook

Yes, please she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the
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 South Beach, wet on the strip
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' nigga

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

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk the line
Pass the keys, 'em please valet 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?
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook now