Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

My Daz
The funkiest nigga to beats
Nobody sees him, East to West

Say Sat what?
Motherfucker too much, too much, too
(I somebody bit our shit 'cuz)
we from? yeah

Dogg Gangstas, baby
Pound Gangstas
(Say Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Dogg Gangstas
(Motherfucker, too much)

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Pound Gangstas
(Hey, Daz)

I heard of a lot of ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In we all smoke weed and clowned with 'em
around with 'em, one man, with my gun in hand
There's only one land, down with me I can count on one hand
(Dogg Pound)

The Carma get dumb-a, the barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I rocking mic's since funky drum-a
adventures reak havoc
Speak lavish but crack your clavicle for the cabbage

Rhyme savage, introduction to
Murder MC's till shit left
In a sector, why MC's flip
Like gymnastics, to get they ho ass whipped

they classic, but you don't set no classic examples
With your fucked up beats, and your fucked up
Ya last verbal war, you won't survive no
I turned the channel, 'cuz niggaz you live no more

I use to follow, but now your's a legend like hollow
I shoot to kill on horse, peel cap, swallow
no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been rocking a mic nigga since hip-hop

I'm the man, now what is this I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I
(Sucka)
Oh shit, hell no this be
Who's this on the radio me

D O double G, P O U N D, scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got blew proportion
I found he's the force in the world
Where it's all about glamor, fame, and

As we blast and creep, so you
Your homeboys and any fools trying to
We the elite, dat Daz is back and he's blasting
And anytime we face to face we mashing

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Dogg Pound Gangstas
(Say Say what?)
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Pound Gangstas Gangstas
(Too much)

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
(Too much)
Pound Gangstas Gangstas
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Dogg Gangstas Gangstas
(You what?)

So gimme, the heat to the Jimmies
Hit slimmies, 3's and I be's penny
Raw, like fifteen separate
To you chest, lethal techs, and pissed to get

If I had a million dollars, I'd be rich
If your ho was on deck, I'd fuck yo bitch
It's Gotti in the cut with the Don,
And Dillinger, with the hollow tip

you in traffic, leave you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all, all walking
Hit the spot where the is sold
Low and behold, the tightest composition

Can you catch it, I threw my like a quarterback
So when they in the wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, speak louder than words
But ain't nothing more than vision

I out in through the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon, then escape a felon
Accelling in and out like, as if I'm the bomb, boom
And hit 3's as my D's shine and keep it

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Pound Gangstas
Dogg Gangstas, baby
Dogg Pound

Pound Gangstas, baby
Dogg Gangstas Gangsta
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Pound Gangstas