Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This is no nonsense
Break out the candles and
And flowers a shower
Its a bath
another blunt wrap
And grab the 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
started the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
so we stacks

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

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

My got and itch
Its fucking crazy
Its crazy shit
Stoner of the latest shit
Never call my bitch
My fingers got an itch
I got a wood bat swinging on the first
screw ball packing and im cracking it
I got a loose screw someone cut my brake
Im down 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 kings is in the fucking
Quarter ounce to crack
Most fat give it all up give me that
You dont to not give me that
When Im at home play bubble go
the Force of the bat home run
Check mate energy thick from the of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went to keep this shit poppin
You better believe it stop
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you better believe me forever we
the krown will power the sound
we do it or die

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

Blowing the bomb packing the
All the time the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my steez rockin it
my pants we keepin it west

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 out of sight
by the white light
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air force one im flying higher the president
Yes im heaven
holy sacraments
7 deadly guaranteed that I wont repent

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

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

RED FOX