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 waitin'
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
Rock, ya body, body, rock ya
Just rock, who the fuck you know like
Kill a nigga on a verse, make 'em on a hook

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

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

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

Yeah, I'm like that
Pull off the Benny Blanco, yeah, it like that
Your whole crew boomerang, they ain't G's 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 the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I a new muh'fucker to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' 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
two more waitin' outside
Pull out the red carpet, walk the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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

Yes, please she gorgeous
And she ain't gon' once she see the fortress
The blood red leave ya nauseous
And as for the wife, mami please, bosses

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

New y'all know what it is
Got a hundred guns, got a hundred
Niggaz never listen till they turn pitch
Pawn you out of butt-naked 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 from your feet off the balcony

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

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