Luyện nghe bài hát D.P.G.

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

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

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

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

I heard of a lot of dope ass and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all weed and clowned with 'em
Hung around with 'em, one man, my gun in hand
There's only one land, down with me I can count on one hand
(Dogg Pound)

The get dumb-a, the double barrel pump-a heat bump-a
And I been rocking mic's since funky
These adventures havoc
Speak lavish but crack your clavicle 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 won't survive no
I turned the channel, niggaz you ain't 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, hell no can't be
Who's this on the dissing me

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

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

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

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

So gimme, the to the motherfucking Jimmies
Hit slimmies, like 3's and I be's
Raw, like fifteen sawed-offs
To you chest, techs, and pissed to get complex

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

Catch you in traffic, leave you all
you all, all walking caskets
Hit the spot where the 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 ain't nothing more potent vision

I seen out in the visions, erupting
I'm spontaneous rapping, busting your melon, then 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 Gangstas

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