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
the keys, tell 'em please valet my ride

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

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 gon' need
This dude mad with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

that, do the walk-through like phone booths
What'chu gon' do when them 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
whole crew boomerang, they 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
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 fuck you know like
Kill a nigga on a verse, '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
Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

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

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more waitin'
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
Rock ya body, body, ya body
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

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

Crenshaw, you can find me on the
Black Ferrari, milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet 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 never listen till they vision pitch
you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that they 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 waitin' outside
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, '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 like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a now