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 waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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

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

You gon' need
This dude mad nice the Smith & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift
Find me in the attic, dist' the target

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got one bad chick, she by my
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
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 you know like Cook?
Kill a nigga on a verse, 'em dance on a hook

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

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

New y'all know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a clips
Niggaz never till they vision 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 sold you
And all the false prophecies of niggaz shots at me
yourself hangin' from your feet off the balcony

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

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