Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my west coast shit
click mobsters are mile high in cannabis copters
Ha ha ride come on

Round for round its goin in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we light em up in the
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

beat is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And flowers a shower
Its a bath
Crack another wrap
And grab the bag
Fuck a pack
shits about to go down like bagdad
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we sacks
started with the zigzags moved up to hash
now we at the compound lacing
so we stacks

we stackin stackin
on the top you I got em
we always packin
back and you know I pop em
and when drop em
we cough em out we squash em
I puff I choke
low they call me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor the west coast
Riding on these like a lowrider
Bounce smoke an
Do it slow so see me when I roll
I let em

Round for round its goin in the compound (its goin down)
for pound we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for we light em up in the compound
Round for round we em down (always smoking chronic)

My fingers got and
Its crazy shit
Its crazy shit
truck of the latest shit
Never call my bitch
My fingers got an itch
I got a bat swinging on the first pitch
screw ball packing and im cracking it
I got a loose screw cut my brake chords
Im flying the road banging on my dashboard
off a cliff puffin on a fat spliff
Dirtball man I guess these finally got their wish

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The kings is in the building
Quarter ounce about to
Most fat it all up give me that sack
You want to not give me that
When Im at home bubble go flat
the Force of the bat home run
Check mate thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went thru to keep shit poppin
You believe it wont stop
Retarded to think we know that was you
you better me forever we rockin
forever the krown will the sound
we do it or die

Round for round its goin in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for we burn em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we em up in the compound
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

Blowing the bomb the chronic
All the smoking the best
Keepin it fresh the bong
snapping the bong
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em til it gone
up my steez rockin it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

We still ride or die loads in glass pipes
Twistin grips on
up and burning mikes
Say what you like hope your no on my doc
Pulling out of sight
by the white light
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air force one im flying higher the president
Yes im heaven
holy sacraments
7 sins guaranteed that I wont repent

I repent either me neither
My be the fajita
That all the rappers want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to gear
To another year another fear
up take it on home
All of the enemies

Round for its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we burn em (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for pound we light em up in the
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX