Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

My Daz
The funkiest to make beats
sees him, East to West coast

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

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

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

I of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke and clowned with 'em
Hung 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 barrel pump-a bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky
These adventures reak
Speak lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the cabbage

savage, introduction to death
Murder MC's till shit left
In a sector, why must flip
Like gymnastics, just to get ho ass whipped

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

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

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

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

Dogg Pound Gangstas,
(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 separate
To you chest, lethal techs, and pissed to get

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

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

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

I seen out in the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon, escape 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 keep it

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

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