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 waitin'
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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

C Murder 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' need
dude mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

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

Yeah, I'm street that
Pull off the Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your crew boomerang, they ain't G's like that
'Cause when it's to shoot
They quick to point the heat right nigga

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

And just 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

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

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

Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you
The only beef that you had is wit'cha momma
You best to wear your vest as a
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you want me to do dat

Yeah, I a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
Said it, yeah all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, 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 my ride

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

Yes, believe she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the
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, nine on the hip
You in South Beach, wet willies on the
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' nigga

New y'all know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

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

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