Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

be try'na rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that just don't give a
But nathan and if you hatin'
You's a but I'm straight out that three
So how the fuck you gonna her
with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, up my car from
My bitches I be hittin' 'em regular like
Dre be hittin' his
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love it's all good and
For you who ain't go no love
I ain't got no for you chumps
'cause I'm a smoke 'em and 'em
a philly blunt
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another level rob some or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's 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 to serve to uhh!

Verse two: {yella

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

Verse three:

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

Verse four: { boy}

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

five: {tec-9}

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

Verse six: {yella

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

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand a tool that
I my mack
It's like my best 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's like a ram
You believe when them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop it
One nigga tested my he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was stashed in his suit
I had to show him, I had to over him
Stunt a fuckin' of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas started pushin'
My pocket's started gettin'
My has thickened
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew full of
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo cryin' why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm
Give me a bag of that helllo, and it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a and I wanna shot
We put in work, dirt everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get
To buy yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because i''m to
Pill a couple of and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You bitches don't the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my boy's
Mag-11 hollow tip's
start runnin'
When I start comin' up the
With my like a mad man
In a mad rage is caught on the front page
Let them bitches me down bad
With my

Verse nine: boy}

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

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