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 somebody bit our shit 'cuz)
Where we yeah

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

Dogg Gangstas, baby
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas
(Too much)
Pound Gangstas, baby
Dogg Gangstas
(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 on one hand
(Dogg Pound)

The Carma get dumb-a, the double pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking since funky drum-a
These adventures reak
Speak lavish lifestyle but crack your for the cabbage

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
(Too much)
Pound Gangstas Gangstas
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas,
Dogg Pound 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, then I'd be
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 caskets
Hit the spot the smoke is sold
Low and behold, the composition composed

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

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

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

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