Luyện nghe bài hát 211 - 187

{u.n.l.v.}

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

Verse {lil' ya}

Nigga's be try'na rep and fool's
Be try'na buck but lil' ya that of
Nigga that don't give a fuck
But nathan and if you then
You's a hater but I'm straight out that
So how the you gonna fade her
with a heart made of steel
Like my nigga b, I handle on the real and
Then I chill my rounds, pick up my car from
My bitches 'cause I be hittin' 'em like
Dre be his switches
Clockin' my riches as I stroll through my
Puffin' on a blunt givin' love 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 my grove 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 know what I'm to do
I got a pit, I'm to spit,
I'm ready to to uhh!

Verse two: boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

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

Verse four: { boy}

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

Verse {tec-9}

know that I'm back
Like brand new wax on brand new
I'm mourin' I'm yawnin' I just
Lost my 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 actin' a motherfuckin' on 'em

Verse {lil' ya}

I'm to do a jack
I got on all
In my hand lies a that
I call my
It's like my best friend when
I spin the bin it get jammed
Bullet's chargin' a ram
You bet's believe them hollow's hit'cha
You goin' in pocket bitch, you drop 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 in his suit 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 started slab's
My pocket's gettin' swole
My knot has
how it is when
Nigga like ya, is halves to
Quickers, bird's, to bird's
Keep a brew of rock's
'cause my need a serve,
kilt, puttin' in clip's at the
Same time, beatin' you down
With my bat if I got that iron
Leave yo mama cryin' why you 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 shot
We put in work, dirt everyday
It's twelve noon, let's go get
To buy some yae, be no miner
Got to be a big tymer, because down to
Pill a couple of cap's and get these nigga's out they
i'm

Verse {tec-9}

You bitches don't the fuckin' size of this shit
I'm on the rise with this
See tommorow, the fuckin' clip
my boy's comin'
Mag-11 tip's nigga
start runnin'
When I start up the block
With my glock a mad man
In a mad rage is caught on the front page
Let them catch me down bad
my 12-gage

Verse {yella boy}

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

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