Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This is no nonsense
Break out the candles and
And flowers fuck a
Its a blunt
Crack another blunt
And grab the bag
Fuck a back
This shits about to go down bagdad
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kottonmouth kings never buy shit we sacks
started with the zigzags up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
so we stacks

we stackin stackin
on the top you I got em
we always bowls
back and you know I pop em
and they drop em
we cough em out until we em
I puff until I
Eyes low call me dloc
Blazing on this indo
Im all out
Got some from the west coast
on these tracks like a lowrider
Bounce an ounce
Do it so they see me when I roll
I let em

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

My fingers got and
Its fucking shit
Its crazy shit
Stoner truck of the latest
Never my ladies bitch
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 brake
Im flying the road banging on my dashboard
off a cliff puffin on a fat spliff
Dirtball man I guess these haters got their wish

billowing the neighborhoods intact
The kings is in the fucking
Quarter ounce about to
fat give it all up give me that sack
You want to not give me that
When Im at home play bubble go
the Force of the bat home 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
Retarded to think we dont know was you
you better believe me forever we
the krown will power the sound
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 pound we light em up in the
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
Look at my bag the ghang
Burnin em down til it
Keep up my steez rockin it
Sagging my pants we it west

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

I wont repent either me
My be the fajita
That all the rappers want to eat up
I beat up the
Sit up pop it up to gear
To another year lick fear
Shut up take it on
All of the clear

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

RED FOX