Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

Round for round its goin down in the compound (its 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)

beat is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And flowers a shower
Its a blunt
Crack another wrap
And the double bag
a back pack
This shits about to go down bagdad
Waving blue rags ill be flying the weed
kottonmouth kings never buy we ship sacks
started with the zigzags up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
so we stack

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

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

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

billowing the neighborhoods intact
The is in the fucking building
Quarter about to crack
Most fat it all up give me that sack
You dont want to not me that
When Im at home play bubble go
From the Force of the bat run
Check mate thick from the belly of all of the partying
All of the that we went thru to keep this shit poppin
You better believe it stop
Retarded to think we know that was you
you believe me forever we rockin
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)
for pound we light em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

Blowing the bomb the chronic
All the time smoking the
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
Look at my bag the ghang
em down til it gone
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

We still ride or die packing in glass pipes
Twistin grips on
Blowing up and burning
Say what you hope your names 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
holy sacraments
7 sins guaranteed that I wont repent

I wont either me neither
My heater be the
That all the rappers want 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 enemies

for round its goin down 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 em down (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX