Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This beat is no
out the candles and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
Crack another blunt
And the double bag
Fuck a back
This shits about to go down bagdad
blue rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we ship
with 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 when drop em
we cough em out until we em
I puff until I
low they call me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor from the west
Riding on tracks like a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it slow so see me when I roll
I let em

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

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

Smokes billowing the intact
The kings is in the fucking
Quarter ounce to crack
Most fat give it all up give me that
You want 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 thru to keep this shit poppin
You better believe it wont
Retarded to we dont know that was you
you better believe me forever we
forever the will power the sound
we do it or die

Round for its goin down in the compound (its goin down)
Pound for pound we em down (burn em down Burn em down)
Pound for we light 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 snappin the bong
snapping the bong
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

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

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

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

RED FOX