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 valet my

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, the Bronx is
It's my Cool and Dre on this monster track
they do Fat? 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 to wear your vest as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't me to do dat

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

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

And just ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the fuck you like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em 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
Ferrari, nine milli' on the hip
You in South Beach, wet on the strip
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' nigga

New York y'all what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
never listen 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 that sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz shots at me
Find hangin' 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
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 fuck you know Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a now