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'
out the red carpet, walk past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please my ride

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

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

You gon' need
This dude mad nice with the & Wesson
You know, automatic, stick shift
Find me in the attic, long dist' the

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 black Denali, watch his just drop

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

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 valet my

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

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

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

Been sendin' niggaz to trauma, I bet now you
The only beef that you had is wit'cha momma
You best to wear vest as a doo-rag
I'ma headbussa, you don't want me to do dat

Yeah, I need a new to shoot at
More Bin Laden talk, disappearin' Pookie from New Jack
Said it, it's all out war
So do jumpin' jacks nigga, make you hit the floor

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

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

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

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 Dade County, smokin' Phillies, bumpin' nigga

New York y'all know it is
Got a hundred guns, got a clips
Niggaz never listen till they vision pitch
you out of Vegas butt-naked in a ditch

By now you can see that I'm
Slappin' MC's for the dreams that 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 more outside
Pull out the red carpet, past the line
Pass the keys, tell 'em please valet my

And rock ya body, body, rock 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 now