Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
Crack another blunt
And the double bag
a back pack
This shits about to go down like
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kings never buy shit we ship sacks
started with the zigzags moved up to bags
now we at the compound lacing
so we stacks

we always stackin
on the top you I got em
we packin bowls
and forth you know I pop em
and when they em
we em out until we squash em
I puff until I
Eyes low they call me
on this indo smoke
Im all out
Got some flavor from the west
Riding on these tracks like a
smoke an ounce
Do it slow so they see me when I
I let em

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

My got and itch
Its fucking crazy
Its fucking crazy
Stoner truck of the shit
Never call my ladies
My trigger got an itch
I got a wood bat swinging on the first
Inside screw ball packing and im it
I got a loose someone cut my brake chords
Im flying down the banging on my dashboard
Driving off a puffin on a fat spliff
Dirtball man I guess haters finally got their wish

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter ounce about to
Most fat give it all up give me that
You dont want to not give me
When Im at home play go flat
From the Force of the bat run
mate energy thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went thru to keep this poppin
You believe it wont stop
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you better believe me forever we
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 light em up in the
Round for round we em down (always smoking chronic)

Blowing the bomb packing the
All the smoking the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah snapping the
Look at my bag the ghang
Burnin em til it gone
up my steez rockin it down
Sagging my pants we it west

We still ride or die packing in glass pipes
Twistin on motorbikes
up and burning mikes
Say what you like hope your no on my doc
Pulling out of sight
Blinded by the light
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air force one im flying higher than the
Yes im sent
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins guaranteed that I repent

I wont repent me neither
My heater be the
all the hungry rappers want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to gear
To another year lick fear
Shut up it on home
All of the enemies

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 we light em up in the compound
Round for we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX