Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

one: {lil' ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that
So how the fuck you gonna her
Soldier with a made of steel
my nigga b, I handle business on the real and
Then I chill make my rounds, pick up my car
My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my riches as I through my hood
on a blunt givin' love where it's all good and
For you nigga's who ain't go no
I got no love for you chumps
'cause I'm a smoke 'em and 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm to move on
To level rob some nigga's or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I said been that way
fuckin' start, you know me from my
Fuckin' crew, you know what I'm to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm to serve to uhh!

Verse {yella boy}

I even the boogy bangin' at'cha
Grab my if I have to
Daze you up daz
I don't give a fuck kurupt
I'm mc's that come against me
Me and the tecster in day light
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 gettin' like that, I'm slippery like ease wax
I ya down, like a disciple, with my riffle
As if a white boy you my a-gender and
me a nigga

Verse four: { boy}

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

five: {tec-9}

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

Verse six: boy}

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

Verse seven ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I my mack
It's like my best friend when
I spin the bin it get jammed
chargin' like a ram
You bet's believe when hollow's hit'cha
You in pocket bitch, you better drop it
One tested my nut's 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 fuckin' of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My pocket's started swole
My knot has
how it is when
Nigga ya, is flippin' halves to
Quickers, quarter bird's, to
Keep a full of rock's
my bitch need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
time, beatin' you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, smoke a now I'm done
me a bag of that helllo, and snort 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 some yae, 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 know the fuckin' size of this
I'm on the with this shit
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
2-2-6 my boy's
Mag-11 tip's nigga
Better runnin'
When I start comin' up the
my glock like a mad man
In a mad face is caught on the front page
Let bitches catch 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 click is quick to let them fly
ya fuckin' self ya bitch you
For you get

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