Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

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

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

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

I heard of a lot of ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all 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 been rocking since funky drum-a
adventures reak havoc
Speak lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage

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

Claiming they classic, but you set no classic examples
With your up beats, and your fucked up samples
Ya verbal war, you won't survive no more
I turned the channel, 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 is this that I'm told to be red on the spot
Dissed by a nigga I
(Sucka)
Oh shit, hell no can't be
this on the radio dissing me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you catch it, I threw my like a quarterback
So they in the realm wit I mangle, murder, and slaughter at
React, actions speak louder words
But ain't more potent than vision

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

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

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