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 waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
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?
a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Joey C like five-oh-fo'
Better have my money, 'cause I on do's
Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze with the
Bet I murder 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, long dist' the

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

Yeah, I'm street that
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, ain't G's like 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 more outside
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

And just ya body, body, rock ya body, 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

Yo, if Suge rapped how would it be
But he don't, so the closest you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper 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 this track
What they do Yeah we been on some Don shit
Been niggaz unconscious

sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef that you had is baby's momma
You best to wear vest 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, disappearin' like from New Jack
it, yeah 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 waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
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 like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

Yes, please she gorgeous
And she gon' 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 me on the strip
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 know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a clips
never listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

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

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 my ride

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