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, walk the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

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

C Murder 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 gon' protection
This dude mad nice the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick revolver
Find me in the attic, long the target

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

Yeah, I'm like that
off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it beez like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's like
'Cause when it's 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, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

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

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

Yeah, the is back
my niggaz Cool and Dre on this monster track
What they do Yeah we been on some Don shit
stompin' niggaz unconscious

Been niggaz 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
'Cause headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

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

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 rock ya body, body, rock 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

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

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

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

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
Find yourself hangin' your 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, 'em please valet my ride

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