Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and fool's
Be buck but lil' ya that type of
Nigga that just don't a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart of steel
Like my nigga b, I business on the real and
I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my riches as I through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love it's all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I ain't got no for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm to move on
To another level rob some or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I it's been that way
Since fuckin' start, you 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: boy}

I even got's the bangin' at'cha
my zookie if I have to
Daze you up daz
I don't give a like kurupt
I'm mc's that come against me
Me and the tecster in day light
We comin' to do fuck it
Of course, I'm a show no
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse three:

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

Verse four: { yella

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

five: {tec-9}

Y'all know that I'm
brand new wax on brand new cadalac's
I'm I'm yawnin' plus I just
Lost my bag

six: {yella boy}

Sweatin' a zoo-loo to do you
best you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion I'm 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 tool
I call my
It's like my friend 'cause when
I the bin it don't get jammed
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better it
One tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat was stashed in his suit 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 pushin' slab's
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
That's how it is
Nigga like ya, is halves to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
Keep a brew of rock's
my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, you nigga's down
With my bat if I got that iron
Leave yo cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and snort it up my
got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m to
Pill a of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
Mag-11 hollow nigga
Better start
I start comin' up the block
With my like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the page
Let them catch me down bad
With my

Verse {yella boy}

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 'em stop playin' with me
Stop with me