Luyện nghe bài hát Drop A Body

Aoww, and Dre
I was the one who in you

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 ya body, body, rock ya body, body
Rock, ya body, body, ya body
rock, who the fuck you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, 'em dance on a hook

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

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

After that, do the walk-through like phone
What'chu gon' do when them run up on you
And rock ya body, body, somebody
Gon' park, the black Denali, watch his body just

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

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

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

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

Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you
The only beef that you had is baby's momma
You best to wear your vest as a
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you don't 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 jumpin' 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 the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

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

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

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

New York y'all know it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz never listen till they turn pitch
you out of Vegas 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 prophecies of niggaz takin' shots at me
Find hangin' from your feet 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, tell 'em please valet my

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