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 valet my ride

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Been niggaz to trauma, I bet now you wish
The only beef you had is wit'cha baby's momma
You best to wear your vest as a
I'ma headbussa, you don't 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, it's all out war
So do your jumpin' nigga, make you hit the floor

I got one bad chick, she by my
About two more outside
out the red carpet, walk past 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 on a hook

Yes, believe she gorgeous
And she gon' leave once she see the fortress
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 Beach, wet willies on the strip
Shit, I'm in Dade County, smokin' Phillies, trick nigga

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

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

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

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