Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that just give a fuck
But nathan and if you hatin'
a hater but I'm straight out that three
So how the you gonna fade her
Soldier with a heart made of
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 as I stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a blunt givin' where it's all good and
For you nigga's who go no love
I got no love for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another rob some nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big like I said it's been that way
Since fuckin' start, you know me my
Fuckin' crew, you know 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
my zookie if I have to
Daze you up daz
I don't give a fuck like
I'm dismantlin' mc's that against me
Me and the tecster in broad day
We to do thee fuck it
Of course, I'm a show no
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse three:

I'm gettin' skiet like that, I'm slippery like wax
I ya down, like 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 boss hog
I give a fuck about y'all
You know what I would do to you
But I know will do to you
I would serve you, I would fuck over you

Verse five:

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

Verse six: {yella

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

Verse seven ya}

I'm bout to do a
I got on all
In my hand lies a tool
I call my
It's like my friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's
You goin' in bitch, you better drop it
One nigga tested my nut's he had the to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was in his suit coat
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
a fuckin' lick of that hit and it was on
Then I put the on the lab and
Niggas pushin' slab's
My started gettin' swole
My knot has
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, you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that
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 snort it up my
Drain got me as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy some yae, can't be no
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You bitches know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the with this shit
See tommorow, the clip bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
Mag-11 hollow tip's
Better runnin'
I start comin' up the block
my glock like a mad man
In a mad rage face is caught on the front
Let them catch me down bad
my 12-gage

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 playin' me
playin' with me