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 its goin 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 round we em down (always smoking chronic)

This is no nonsense
Break out the and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
Crack blunt wrap
And the double bag
Fuck a back
This shits about to go down like
blue rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we sacks
started with the zigzags moved up to hash
now we at the compound raps
so we stacks

we always stackin
on the top you I got em
we packin bowls
and forth you know I pop em
and when drop em
we em out until we squash em
I until I choke
Eyes low call me dloc
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 when I
I let em

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
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

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

Smokes billowing the neighborhoods
The kings is in the fucking
ounce about to crack
Most fat give it all up give me sack
You dont want to not me that
When Im at home bubble go flat
From the Force of the bat run
Check mate energy thick from the belly of all of the
All of the pain we went thru to keep this shit poppin
You better it wont stop
to think we dont know that was you
you better me forever we rockin
forever the krown power the sound
we do it or die

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 down (always chronic)

the bomb packing the chronic
All the smoking the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah snapping the
at my bag rolling the ghang
Burnin em til it gone
Keep up my steez it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

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

I wont 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 year lick fear
Shut up it on home
All of the enemies

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 round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX