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

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 with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick 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 rock ya body, body, catch
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, they ain't G's that
'Cause when it's to shoot
quick to point the heat right back nigga

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 just ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, ya body
Just rock, who the you know 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 thing you got is me
Ain't no damn near a this loc' as me
Cook Coke on top is how it's to be, nigga

Yeah, the is back
It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster
What do Fat? Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been niggaz unconscious

Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you
The only that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to your vest as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't me to do dat

Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to at
More Bin Laden talk, like Pookie from New Jack
it, yeah it's all out war
So do your jumpin' nigga, make 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 please valet my

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

Yes, please believe she
And she gon' leave once she see the fortress
The blood red leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, please, we're bosses

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

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

By now you can see I'm global
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 more outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

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