Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

211s at 187s in the day light
Nigga we just give a fuck
211s at 187s in the day light
Nigga we just don't a fuck

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya type of
that just don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you hatin'
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna her
Soldier with a heart of steel
Like my nigga b, I business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, up my car from
My 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my
Puffin' on a blunt givin' where it's all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I got no love for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another rob some nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big like I said it's been that way
Since start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm ready to to uhh!

Verse two: {yella

I even got's the boogy at'cha
Grab my if I have to
you up like daz
I don't give a fuck kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's come against me
Me and the in broad day light
We comin' to do thee it
Of course, I'm a show no
mean the boss, I never forget hoes

Verse {tec-9}

I'm gettin' skiet that, I'm slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you my a-gender and
me a nigga

Verse four: { yella

I'm dumpin' you bitches out boss hog
I give a fuck about y'all
You don't know what I do to you
But I what'cha will do to you
I serve you, I would fuck clean over you

five: {tec-9}

Y'all know I'm back
Like brand new wax on new cadalac's
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' I just
Lost my bag

Verse {yella boy}

Sweatin' like a to do you
best you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

Verse seven ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I call my
It's my best friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop it
One nigga my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was stashed in his coat
I had to show him, I had to fuck him
Stunt a lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas started pushin'
My pocket's gettin' swole
My has thickened
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you down
With my bat if I got that iron
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my
Drain got me as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' dirt
It's noon, let's go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no
Got to be a big tymer, i''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You bitches know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
hollow tip's nigga
Better runnin'
When I comin' up the block
With my like a mad man
In a mad rage is caught on the front page
Let bitches catch me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: {yella

You despise, why I'm up in
Now you plus you realize
To playin' with me
My click is quick to let them fly
ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get

We droppin' 'em stop with me
playin' with me