Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

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

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 we squash em
I puff until I
Eyes low they me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor from the coast
on these tracks like a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it so they see me when I roll
I let em

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

My got and itch
Its fucking crazy
Its crazy shit
Stoner of the latest shit
Never call my ladies
My fingers got an itch
I got a wood bat on the first pitch
Inside screw 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 puffin on a fat
Dirtball man I guess these finally got their wish

Smokes billowing the neighborhoods
The is in the fucking building
ounce about to crack
Most fat give it all up give me that
You want to not give me that
When Im at home bubble go flat
From the Force of the bat run
Check mate energy from the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we thru to keep this shit poppin
You better believe it wont
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 down in the (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 we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

the bomb packing the chronic
All the time smoking the
Keepin it snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em til it gone
Keep up my rockin it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

We still ride or die packing loads in glass
grips on motorbikes
Blowing up and mikes
Say you like hope 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 higher the president
Yes im heaven
Burnin sacraments
7 deadly guaranteed that I wont repent

I wont repent either me
My be the fajita
That all the hungry want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to another
To another year lick fear
Shut up it on home
All of the clear

for round its goin 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)

RED FOX