Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

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

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

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

I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm with 'em
In we all smoke weed 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 count on one
(Dogg Pound)

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

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

Claiming 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 turned the channel, 'cuz niggaz you live no more

I use to follow, but now your's a legend like hollow
I shoot to on horse, peel your cap, swallow
no tomorrow, nigga, it all ends
I been a mic nigga since hip-hop 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, no this can't be
Who's on the radio dissing me

D O double G, P O U N D, shit
Doing a video for a song that got blew outta
I found he's the force in the world
it's all about 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 we meet face to face we mashing

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

Dogg Gangstas, baby
(Too much)
Dogg Gangstas 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, lethal techs, and pissed to get

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

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

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

I seen out in through the visions,
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting melon, then 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

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

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