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 heard bit our shit 'cuz)
Where we yeah

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

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

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

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

savage, introduction to death
Murder MC's till ain't shit
In a sector, why MC's flip
Like gymnastics, just to get they ho ass

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

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

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

D O double G, P O U N D, shit
Doing a video for a song that got outta proportion
I found the deadliest force in the world
Where all about glamor, fame, and fortune

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

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

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

So gimme, the to the motherfucking Jimmies
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I penny
Raw, like separate sawed-offs
To you chest, techs, and pissed to get complex

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

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

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

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

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

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