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, tell 'em please valet my

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

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

You gon' protection
This dude mad nice with the Smith &
You know, automatic, shift revolver
Find me in the attic, long the target

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

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

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

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
Coke on top is how it's s'posed to be, nigga

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

sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The beef that you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear vest as a doo-rag
'Cause I'ma headbussa, you want me to do dat

Yeah, I need a new muh'fucker to at
Bin Laden talk, disappearin' like Pookie from New Jack
Said it, yeah all out war
So do your jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the

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

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 nigga on a verse, 'em dance on a hook

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

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

New y'all know what it is
Got a guns, got a hundred clips
never listen till they vision turn pitch
Pawn you out of Vegas in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' MC's for the that they sold you
And all the false of niggaz takin' shots at me
Find yourself hangin' from your feet off the

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 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 dance on a now