Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my west riphop shit
King mobsters are mile high in cannabis copters
Ha ha Lets come on

Round for its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we 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)

This is no nonsense
out the candles and incense
And flowers fuck a
Its a blunt
Crack blunt wrap
And the double bag
Fuck a pack
shits about to go down like bagdad
Waving blue rags ill be flying the flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we ship
with the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound lacing
so we stack

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

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

My got and itch
Its fucking crazy
Its fucking shit
Stoner of the latest shit
call my ladies bitch
My trigger got an itch
I got a wood bat on the first pitch
Inside screw ball packing and im it
I got a screw someone 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 haters got their wish

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

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

Blowing the bomb the chronic
All the time smoking the
Keepin it fresh snappin the
snapping the bong
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my steez it down
my pants we keepin it west

We still or die packing loads in glass pipes
grips on motorbikes
Blowing up and burning
Say you like hope your names no on my doc
Pulling strings out of
by the white light
Let the out unleash em on your residence
Air force one im flying higher than the
Yes im sent
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins guaranteed that I wont

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

Round for round its goin down in the compound (its 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 burn em down (always chronic)

RED FOX