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
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em 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?
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em dance on a

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

You gon' need
This dude mad nice with the & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick revolver
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

After that, do the like phone booths
gon' do when them dudes run up on you
And rock ya body, body, somebody
park, the black Denali, watch his body just drop

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

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

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

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

Been niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only 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 a new muh'fucker to shoot at
Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
Said it, yeah all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, you hit the floor

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

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

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

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

New York know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz never till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

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

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

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