Luyện nghe bài hát Pound 4 Pound

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

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

This beat is no
out the candles and incense
And fuck a shower
Its a bath
Crack another wrap
And the double bag
Fuck a back
This shits about to go down like
Waving rags ill be flying the weed flag
kings never buy shit we ship sacks
started the zigzags moved up to hash bags
now we at the lacing raps
so we stack

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

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

My fingers got and
Its crazy shit
Its fucking crazy
Stoner truck of the latest
call my ladies bitch
My trigger fingers got an
I got a wood bat on the first pitch
Inside screw packing and im cracking it
I got a screw someone cut my brake chords
Im flying down the road on my dashboard
Driving off a cliff puffin on a fat
Dirtball man I guess these haters finally got wish

Smokes billowing the 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
the Force of the bat home run
Check mate energy thick the belly of all of the partying
All of the pain that we went thru to keep this poppin
You believe it wont stop
to think we dont 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 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 round we burn em (always smoking chronic)

the bomb packing the chronic
All the time smoking the
Keepin it fresh the bong
snapping 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
up and burning mikes
Say what you like hope names no on my doc
strings out of sight
Blinded by the white
Let the dogs out unleash em on residence
Air force one im flying higher than the
Yes im heaven
Burnin holy
7 deadly sins guaranteed I wont repent

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 gear
To another year another fear
Shut up it on home
All of the enemies

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

RED FOX