Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

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

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

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

I heard of a lot of dope ass 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 with me I can count on one hand
(Dogg Pound)

The Carma get dumb-a, the double barrel heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky
These adventures reak
Speak lavish lifestyle but crack your clavicle for the

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

Claiming classic, but you don't set no classic examples
With your fucked up beats, and fucked up samples
Ya last verbal war, you 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 kill on horse, your cap, swallow
There's no tomorrow, nigga, it all
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 I admire
(Sucka)
Oh shit, no this can't be
Who's this on the radio me

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

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

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

Dogg Gangstas, baby
(Too much)
Dogg Pound Gangstas
(Too much)
Pound Gangstas, baby
Dogg Gangstas 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, 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 tip chromes

Catch you in traffic, you all flabbergasted
Stalking you all, all walking
Hit the spot the smoke is sold
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 louder 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 and keep it gangsta

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

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