Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

Still on my coast riphop shit
King click mobsters are mile high in cannabis
Ha ha Lets come on

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

This is no nonsense
Break out the candles and
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
another blunt wrap
And grab the bag
Fuck a back
This shits about to go down bagdad
Waving blue rags ill be the weed flag
kottonmouth never buy shit we ship sacks
started the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound lacing
so we stacks

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

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

My fingers got and
Its crazy shit
Its fucking crazy
Stoner truck of the latest
Never my ladies bitch
My trigger 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 chords
Im flying down the banging on my dashboard
Driving off a cliff on a fat spliff
Dirtball man I guess haters finally got their wish

Smokes billowing the intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter about to crack
fat give it all up give me that sack
You dont want to not give me
Im at home play bubble go flat
From the of the bat home run
Check mate thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went thru to keep this shit
You believe it wont stop
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you believe me forever we rockin
forever the will power 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 round we burn em down (always chronic)

Blowing the bomb the chronic
All the time smoking the
Keepin it fresh snappin the
Yeah snapping the
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em til it gone
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we it west

We ride or die packing loads in glass pipes
grips on motorbikes
Blowing up and burning
Say you like hope your names no on my doc
Pulling out of sight
Blinded by the white
Let the dogs out unleash em on your
Air force one im higher than the president
Yes im heaven
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins guaranteed I wont repent

I wont repent either me
My heater be the
all the hungry rappers want to eat up
I beat up the
Sit up pop it up to gear
To another year another fear
Shut up it on home
All of the clear

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 round we em down (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX