Luyện nghe bài hát Rock Ya 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
Pass the keys, '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 like
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Joey C Murder like
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 Smith &
You know, automatic, stick shift
Find me in the attic, dist' the target

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

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 it's time to shoot
They quick to the heat right back nigga

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more waitin'
out the red carpet, walk 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, 'em dance on a hook

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

Yeah, the is back
It's my niggaz Cool and Dre on this track
What they do Fat? Yeah we 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 wear vest as a doo-rag
I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more 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, 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 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, Phillies, bumpin' trick nigga

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

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

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