Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This beat is no
out the candles and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a blunt
another blunt wrap
And grab the bag
a back pack
This shits about to go down bagdad
blue rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings buy shit we ship sacks
with the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the compound raps
so we stack

we stackin stackin
on the top you I got em
we always 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 they me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some flavor from the west
Riding on these like a lowrider
smoke 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 down 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 shit
Stoner truck of the latest
Never call my ladies
My trigger fingers got an
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 down the road banging on my dashboard
Driving off a cliff puffin on a fat
Dirtball man I guess haters finally got their wish

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

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

Blowing the packing the chronic
All the smoking the best
Keepin it 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 keepin it

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

I wont either me neither
My heater be the
all the hungry rappers want to eat up
I up the track
Sit up pop it up to another
To another year another fear
Shut up it on home
All of the clear

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

RED FOX