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 past the
the keys, tell 'em please valet 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?
a nigga 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 peepholes, squeeze with the eagle
Bet I like 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, long the target

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

Yeah, I'm street that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez that
Your whole crew boomerang, they G's like that
when it's time to shoot
They 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 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 on a hook

Yo, if Suge rapped how 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 Coke on top is how it's to be, nigga

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

Been sendin' to trauma, I bet now you wish
The beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear vest as a doo-rag
I'ma 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 jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two waitin' outside
out the red carpet, walk past 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?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

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

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

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

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

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