Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse one: ya}

Nigga's be rep and some fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya that of
that just don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a hater but I'm out that three
So how the fuck you fade 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
Clockin' my riches as I through my hood
Puffin' on a givin' love where it's all good and
For you who ain't go no love
I ain't got no for you chumps
I'm a smoke 'em and choke 'em
Like a philly
Yeah, I'm gettin' my on
I'm ready to on
To another level rob some or
Whatever I got big
I got a big heart like I said it's been way
Since fuckin' start, you me from my
Fuckin' crew, you what I'm bound to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm ready to to uhh!

Verse two: boy}

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

three: {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { yella

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

five: {tec-9}

Y'all know that I'm
Like brand new wax on brand new
I'm mourin' I'm plus I just
my equipment bag

Verse six: {yella

like a zoo-loo to do you
It's you fuckin' scram
I'm a I'm dumpin' on 'em
I'm a motherfuckin' donkey on 'em

Verse seven ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my lies a tool that
I my mack
It's like my best friend when
I spin the bin it get jammed
Bullet's like a ram
You bet's believe when them hollow's
You goin' in pocket bitch, you better it
One nigga my nut's he had the nerve 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 started slab's
My pocket's gettin' swole
My has thickened
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is flippin' to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
Uploadin' kilt, in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you nigga's
With my bat if I ain't got iron
Leave yo mama why you shot my only son
Gave him three to the head, a blunt now I'm done
Give me a bag of helllo, and snort it up my nostril
Drain got me loose as a goose and I wanna
We put in work, doin' everyday
twelve noon, let's go get somebody
To buy yae, can't be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, i''m down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they
i'm

Verse eight:

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

Verse nine: {yella

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

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