Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

My Daz
The funkiest to make beats
Nobody sees him, to West coast

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

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

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

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

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

Rhyme savage, introduction to
Murder MC's ain't shit left
In a sector, why must MC's
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 up samples
Ya last war, you won't survive no more
I the channel, 'cuz niggaz you ain't live no more

I use to follow, but now a legend like sleepy hollow
I shoot to kill on horse, your cap, swallow
There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all
I been rocking a mic nigga since began

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

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

As we and creep, so fuck you
homeboys and any fools trying to compete
We the elite, dat nigga Daz is back and blasting
And anytime we meet face to we mashing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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