Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

Say what? Sat
too much, too much, too much
(I heard somebody bit our 'cuz)
Where we from?

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

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

I of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and with 'em
Hung around 'em, one man, with my gun in hand
There's only one land, niggas 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 since funky drum-a
These adventures reak
Speak lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage

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

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

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

I'm the man, now is this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I
(Sucka)
Oh shit, no this can't be
Who's this on the dissing me

D O G, P O U N D, shit scorcher
Doing a video for a song that got outta proportion
I found he's the deadliest force in the
it's all about glamor, fame, and fortune

As we and creep, so fuck you
Your homeboys and any fools to compete
We the elite, dat nigga Daz is back and he's
And anytime we meet face to face we

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

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

So gimme, the heat to the motherfucking
Hit slimmies, 3's and I be's penny
Raw, fifteen 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 fuck yo
It's Gotti in the cut the Don, Colene
And Dillinger, with the tip chromes

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

Can you catch it, I threw my thoughts like a
So when they in the wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, actions speak louder words
But nothing more potent than vision

I seen out in through the visions,
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon, then 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 Gangstas, baby
Dogg Gangstas Gangsta
Dogg Gangstas, baby
Dogg Pound