Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

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

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

Pound Gangstas, baby
(Too much)
Dogg Gangstas Gangstas
(Too much)
Pound 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 weed and with 'em
Hung around '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 barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky
These adventures havoc
Speak lavish lifestyle but crack your for the cabbage

savage, introduction to death
Murder till ain't shit left
In a sector, why must MC's
Like gymnastics, to get they 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 survive no more
I turned the channel, niggaz you ain't live no more

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

I'm the man, now what is this 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 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 fools trying to
We the elite, dat nigga Daz is and he's blasting
And anytime we meet face to face we

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

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

So gimme, the heat to the motherfucking
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I penny
Raw, like fifteen separate
To you chest, lethal techs, and to get complex

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

Catch you in traffic, leave you all
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 realm wit I mangle, murder, and at
React, speak louder than words
But nothing more potent than 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 the bomb, boom
And hit 3's as my D's shine and it gangsta

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

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