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
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em valet my ride

And rock 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, make 'em dance on a

Joey C Murder five-oh-fo'
Better have my money, 'cause I knock on
Better yet I leave seventeen peepholes, squeeze the eagle
Bet I like five-oh-fo', crack, yes

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

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

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

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 valet my

And rock 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, make 'em on a hook

Yo, if Suge how hard would it be
But he don't, so the closest you got is me
Ain't no damn near a rapper this as me
Coke 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 they do Fat? Yeah we on some Don shit
Been stompin' niggaz

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

Yeah, I need a new to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New
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, 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
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a on a verse, make 'em dance on a hook

Yes, please believe she
And she ain't gon' leave once she see the
The blood red G-T'll leave ya
And as for the wife, please, we're 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 hundred
Niggaz never listen till they vision turn
Pawn you out of Vegas butt-naked in a

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

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 rock ya body, body, rock ya 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 now