Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

beat is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
another blunt wrap
And grab the bag
a back pack
This shits to go down like bagdad
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth never buy shit we ship sacks
started with the moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound raps
so we stacks

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

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

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

billowing the neighborhoods intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter ounce to crack
Most fat give it all up me that sack
You dont want to not me that
When Im at home play go flat
From the of the bat home 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 it wont stop
Retarded to think we know that was you
you better believe me we rockin
the krown will power the sound
we do it or die

Round for round its 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 burn em (always smoking chronic)

Blowing the packing the chronic
All the smoking the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
Look at my bag the ghang
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my rockin it down
Sagging my we keepin it west

We still or die packing loads in glass pipes
Twistin grips on
Blowing up and mikes
Say what you like hope your no on my doc
strings out of sight
Blinded by the light
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air one im flying higher than the president
Yes im heaven
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins guaranteed I wont repent

I repent either me neither
My be the fajita
all the hungry rappers want to eat up
I beat up the
Sit up pop it up to another
To another lick another fear
up take it on home
All of the clear

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

RED FOX