Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my west coast riphop
King click mobsters are mile in cannabis copters
Ha ha Lets 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 pound we em up in the compound
Round for round we em down (always smoking chronic)

beat is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And flowers fuck a
Its a blunt
another blunt wrap
And grab the bag
a back pack
This shits about to go like bagdad
Waving blue rags ill be flying the flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we sacks
with the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
so we stacks

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

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

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

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The kings is in the building
Quarter ounce to crack
fat give it all up give me that sack
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 shit poppin
You better believe it wont
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you better me forever we rockin
forever the krown will the sound
we do it or die

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

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

We still ride or die packing loads in pipes
Twistin on motorbikes
Blowing up and burning
Say what you like your names no on my doc
Pulling strings out of
Blinded by the white
Let the dogs out em on your residence
Air force one im flying than the president
Yes im sent
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins that I wont repent

I wont repent me neither
My heater be the
That all the hungry want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to another
To another year another fear
Shut up take it on
All of the clear

Round for 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
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX