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 round its down 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 we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

beat is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And flowers fuck a
Its a bath
Crack blunt wrap
And grab the bag
Fuck a back
shits about to go down like bagdad
Waving blue ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth never buy shit we ship sacks
started with the zigzags up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
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 drop em
we cough em out we squash em
I until I choke
low they call me dloc
Blazing on indo smoke
Im all out
Got some from the west coast
Riding on these tracks like a
Bounce smoke an
Do it so they see me when I roll
I let em

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

My got and itch
Its fucking shit
Its fucking shit
Stoner of the latest shit
Never call my ladies
My trigger 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
Driving off a cliff on a fat spliff
man I guess these haters finally got their wish

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter ounce to crack
Most fat it all up give me that sack
You dont to not give me that
When Im at home bubble go flat
From the of the bat home run
mate energy thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went thru to this shit poppin
You better believe it stop
Retarded to think we dont that was you
you better believe me we rockin
forever the krown power the sound
we do it or die

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

Blowing the packing the chronic
All the time smoking the
Keepin it snappin the bong
Yeah snapping the
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em down til it
up my steez rockin it down
Sagging my pants we it west

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

I wont either me neither
My heater be the
That all the rappers want to eat up
I beat up the
Sit up pop it up to gear
To another lick another fear
up take it on home
All of the clear

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

RED FOX