Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

one: {lil' ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but ya that type of
Nigga that just don't give a
But nathan and if you hatin'
You's a hater but I'm straight out three
So how the fuck you gonna her
with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle business on the and
I chill make my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em regular
Dre be his switches
my riches as I stroll through my hood
Puffin' on a givin' love where it's all good and
For you who ain't go no love
I got no love for you chumps
'cause I'm a 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm my grove on
I'm to move on
To another rob some nigga's or
I got big nut's
I got a big heart like I said it's that way
Since 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 ready to to uhh!

Verse {yella boy}

I even got's the boogy bangin'
Grab my if I have to
you up like daz
I don't give a like kurupt
I'm dismantlin' mc's come against me
Me and the tecster in broad day
We comin' to do fuck it
Of course, I'm a no remorse
Don't mean the boss, I never hoes

Verse three:

I'm gettin' skiet that, I'm slippery like ease wax
I chop ya down, a disciple, with my riffle
As if a boy you disrespected my a-gender and
me a nigga

Verse { yella boy}

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

Verse five:

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

Verse six: boy}

Sweatin' a zoo-loo to do you
It's best you scram
I'm a champion I'm 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 call my
It's like my friend 'cause when
I spin the bin it don't get
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better it
One tested my nut's he had the nerve to flex and
On his arm was a rolex, he for
His gat that was stashed in his coat
I had to him, I had to fuck over him
Stunt a 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, quarter bird's, to
a brew full of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
time, beatin' you nigga's down
With my bat if I ain't got that
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
him three to the head, smoke a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of helllo, and snort it up my nostril
got me loose as a goose and I wanna shot
We put in work, doin' everyday
It's twelve noon, go get somebody
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a of cap's and get these nigga's out they snap's
i'm

Verse eight:

You don't know the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with shit
See tommorow, the clip bitch
2-2-6 my comin'
hollow tip's nigga
Better start
When I start up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad face is caught on the front page
Let them bitches me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse {yella boy}

You despise, why I'm up in
Now you paralyzed you realize
To stop with me
My is quick to let them bullet's fly
Click ya fuckin' self ya you
For you get

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