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 please 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?
Kill a on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

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

You need protection
This mad nice with the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick revolver
Find me in the attic, dist' the target

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

Yeah, I'm street that
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they G's like that
'Cause it's time to shoot
They to point the heat right back nigga

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

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

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 rapper this as me
Cook on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You to wear your vest as a doo-rag
'Cause headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk past the
Pass the keys, tell 'em 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 on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

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

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

New York y'all know it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz never till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of butt-naked in a ditch

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

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