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
About two more outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em valet my ride

And just rock ya body, body, rock ya body,
Rock, ya body, body, ya body
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 my money, 'cause I knock on do's
yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I like five-oh-fo', crack, yes

You gon' protection
dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick revolver
Find me in the attic, dist' 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, somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body drop

Yeah, I'm like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like
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, 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 fuck you know like
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

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 on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef that you had is wit'cha momma
You to wear your vest as a doo-rag
I'ma headbussa, you don't 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' nigga, make you hit the floor

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

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

Yes, please she gorgeous
And she ain't leave once she see the fortress
The blood red G-T'll leave ya
And as for the wife, mami please, 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, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' trick

New York y'all know 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 they sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz takin' at me
Find yourself hangin' your feet off the balcony

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

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