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

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

Joey C Murder like
Better have my money, 'cause I knock on
Better yet I leave 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 shift
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

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

Yeah, I'm like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it like that
Your whole boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause when time to shoot
quick to point the heat right back nigga

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 please valet my

And just ya body, body, rock ya body, body
ya body, body, rock ya body
Just rock, who the fuck you like Cook?
a nigga on a verse, make '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 near a rapper this as me
Cook on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

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

Yeah, I a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, like Pookie from New Jack
it, yeah it's all out war
So do jumpin' jacks 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
Pass the keys, tell 'em please 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 on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

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

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

New York know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a clips
Niggaz listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of butt-naked in a ditch

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

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