Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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 em up in the compound
Round for round we burn em down (always chronic)

beat is no nonsense
Break out the candles and
And flowers fuck a
Its a blunt
Crack another wrap
And grab the bag
Fuck a pack
This about to go down like bagdad
Waving blue rags ill be flying the weed
kings never buy shit we ship sacks
started with the zigzags moved up to bags
now we at the compound raps
so we stacks

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

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

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

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

Round for round its goin down in the (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)

Blowing the bomb packing the
All the smoking the best
it fresh snappin the bong
Yeah the bong
Look at my bag rolling the
Burnin em til it gone
up my steez rockin it down
Sagging my pants we keepin it

We ride or die packing loads in glass pipes
Twistin on motorbikes
Blowing up and burning
Say what you like your names no on my doc
Pulling strings out of
Blinded by the light
Let the out unleash em on your residence
Air force one im flying higher the president
Yes im sent
holy sacraments
7 deadly guaranteed that I wont repent

I repent either me neither
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 we light em up in the compound
for round we burn em down (always smoking chronic)

RED FOX