Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

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

we always stackin
on the top you I got em
we packin bowls
back and forth you I pop em
and they drop em
we cough em out until we em
I puff I choke
Eyes low call me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor from the west
Riding on these tracks a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it slow so they see me 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 pound we em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

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

Smokes the neighborhoods intact
The kings is in the building
ounce about to crack
Most fat it all up give me that sack
You dont to not give me that
When Im at home play go flat
From the Force of the bat run
Check mate energy thick from the belly of all of the
All of the pain that we went thru to keep shit poppin
You better it wont stop
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you better me forever we rockin
forever the krown power 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 we light em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

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

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

I wont repent 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

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

RED FOX