Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This beat is no
Break out the candles and
And flowers fuck a
Its a blunt
Crack another blunt
And the double bag
a back pack
This 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 hash
now we at the lacing raps
so we stack

we stackin stackin
on the top you I got em
we always packin
and forth you know I pop em
and when drop 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 from the coast
on these tracks like a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it slow so they see me when I
I let em

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

My fingers got and
Its fucking shit
Its crazy shit
Stoner truck of the 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 haters got their wish

billowing the neighborhoods intact
The kings is in the fucking
Quarter about to crack
Most fat give it all up me that sack
You dont want to not give me
When Im at home bubble go flat
the Force of the bat home run
Check energy thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the that we went thru to keep this shit poppin
You believe it wont stop
to think we dont know that was you
you better believe me forever we
forever the krown will power the
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)
Pound for we light em up in the compound
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

Blowing the packing the chronic
All the time the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah snapping the
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we it west

We ride or die packing loads in glass pipes
Twistin on motorbikes
up and burning 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 force one im flying than the president
Yes im sent
holy sacraments
7 deadly sins that I wont repent

I wont repent either me
My heater be the
That all the hungry rappers to eat up
I up the track
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 compound (its down)
Pound for we burn 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