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 night 187s in the day
Nigga we don't give a fuck

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya type of
Nigga that just don't a fuck
But nathan and if you hatin'
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you fade her
Soldier with a made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle 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 through my hood
Puffin' on a givin' love where 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
a philly blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to 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 know me my
Fuckin' crew, you what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm to serve to uhh!

Verse two: {yella

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

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

Verse five:

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

Verse six: {yella

Sweatin' like a to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a champion I'm on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I call my
It's like my best friend 'cause
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You bet's believe when them hit'cha
You goin' in bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my 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 over him
Stunt a lick of that hit and it was on
I put the key's on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My started gettin' swole
My has thickened
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew full of
'cause my bitch a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, puttin' in at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's
With my bat if I got that iron
yo mama cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of that helllo, and it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I shot
We put in work, dirt everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m to
a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches don't know the fuckin' size of shit
I'm on the rise with this
See tommorow, the fuckin' bitch
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's
start runnin'
When I comin' up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage face is on the front page
Let bitches catch me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse nine: boy}

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

We droppin' 'em playin' with me
Stop playin' me